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I Received Messages From Future Self!

"Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend." An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact. Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past. Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb. Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight. "Is this some kind of joke?" Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door. Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die. In the early morning: 00:00:00 Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message. She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight... Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat. Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million. After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe. She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded! Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car. But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals. Who on earth sent her the messages? It's really her future self? Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

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Chapter 136 Wang Qiang Injured

Axi executed a tactical roll into the restroom with the door open, yet his gun remained aimed at the room's door.

Han Xue didn't seem to care, and she too didn't let her guard down, her finger lingering on the remote control's button.

After all, Han Xue couldn't be sure.

The police might be planning to catch them all in one fell swoop.

While closing the door, Han Xue took another glance at the corridor and stairwell, saw that there was still no movement in the stairwell, then she closed the room door.

Han Xue leaned against the tightly closed door, her ear pressed to it, listening for any sounds in the hallway.

Axi also crept out slowly, pressing his head against the door.

Throughout the process, neither of them spoke.

They were like two statues, maintaining their poses with their ears against the door.

Even their breathing was unconsciously slowed.

Fearful that any noise might be too loud and they would miss the best chance to counterattack.