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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 158: The Middle-Aged Man's Divine Maneuver

The moment the lock fell, Fatty didn't hesitate to raise his gun and aim at the hollow lock hole.

However, someone was faster than Fatty.

A loud gunshot rang out, followed by a scream from outside and the voice of the second team leader shouting, "Quick, someone's been shot, call for medical assistance."

Fatty was stunned and looked at the middle-aged man in surprise.

That's right, the one who had just shot the police officer was the middle-aged man!

"From this angle, I could just see the cop's thigh, so I fired,"

the middle-aged man shrugged and explained.

Hearing this, Fatty and the rebellious youth looked at each other, speechless.

The original intention to shoot through this lock hole was just to scare the police breaking in and delay their entry, but unexpectedly, it had actually wounded an unlucky guy.

"Well done!"

The rebellious youth praised.

The middle-aged man nodded, said nothing, still aiming his gun at the lock hole, waiting for another chance to fire.