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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 142 Pharmacological Hypnosis

"The drug effect has been almost completely absorbed,"

"He won't be causing any more trouble. Fit his jaw back in place. His drooling looks disgusting,"

the non-mainstream young man said with a look of disgust on his face.

Obviously, Fatty, with his fierce and ferocious expression, also knew the skills of traditional Chinese orthopedics.

Upon hearing this, Fatty pursed his lips and walked over.

He crouched down beside the middle-aged man, stretched out his plump hand, grabbed the middle-aged man's dislocated jaw, and with a gentle force, there was a light "click"; the middle-aged man's jaw was back in place.

"All done!"

Fatty clapped his hands, wiping the saliva-stained hand on his body randomly, then walked over to the fridge, grabbed some unfinished cooked food, and started gnawing on it again.

The non-mainstream young man glanced at Fatty and shook his head in distaste.