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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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Dangerous Game

Wang Qiang held his phone, waiting for half an hour.

As time passed, Wang Qiang's expression grew increasingly grim.

Calling a patient from the ward area to answer the phone and be interrogated should not take this long.

In the past, the city bureau had also interrogated patients over the phone—those with intermittent, aggressive illnesses—and it had never taken more than ten minutes when the patient was not in an episode.

With his extensive experience in handling cases, he had already realized that Han Xue might have really escaped from the mental hospital.

Wang Qiang's face turned somber as he clenched his phone.

"Officer Wang, what's wrong?"

Seeing Wang Qiang's distressed expression, Fang Xiaocao knowingly inquired.

"It seems that Wang Qiang has confirmed that Han Xue has escaped from the mental hospital."