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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 191 Successive Visitors

Fang Xiaocao squatted next to the stairs, stealthily peering out from behind the balustrade, watching the floor below.

She saw a figure shuffling up from the direction of the basement, cursing under breath with a pronounced limp.

From the build, it was a man.

A rather thin and frail one at that!

Fang Xiaocao silently recalled the memories of the day.

Comparing the build of this man against Han Xue's group one by one.

Quickly!

Fang Xiaocao identified her target.

It was one of the thin, weak-looking middle-aged men.

This middle-aged man had left an impression on Fang Xiaocao.

Because he had the face of a refined scoundrel.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, yet his eyes were ferocious, exuding an air of malevolence.

By the looks of it, this guy must have injured his leg.

Before Shi Guang and the others stormed into the villa, he was hidden by Han Xue's group in the basement.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaocao sneered to herself.