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Receiving Texts from the Future – CH97

Eyes Full of Red Blood Vessels

Chapter 97: Eyes Full of Red Blood Vessels

“No more fun, I’m leaving.”

The man’s hoarse voice echoed once again.

Then came the sound of footsteps and a door closing.

“Left?”

Fang Xiaocao murmured in a daze.

She never expected the man to leave so decisively.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied her trembling emotions, gripped the throwing knives in her hands, and slowly walked towards the bedroom door.

[Quack! Quack! Quack!]

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, her phone notification sounded again.

The loud frog croaking startled Fang Xiaocao, and she jerked her hand back as if electrocuted.

“Phew… I really need to change this damn ringtone.”

Muttering to herself, she unlocked her phone.

[Hot Noodles: Don’t open the door!]

Seeing the message, Fang Xiaocao froze, then immediately reacted, panicked, and took two steps back.

“He didn’t leave!”

A chilling realization dawned upon her.

Fang Xiaocao stared at the bedroom door, feeling as if an unseen pair of eyes on the other side were watching her every move.

Eyes?

Suddenly, she stiffened.

Instinctively, she glanced at the gap between the floor and the door, which had widened due to the violent pounding.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at her unblinkingly through the gap.

“Ahhh—!”

Locking eyes with them, Fang Xiaocao screamed involuntarily.

“Hehehe…”

“What a beautiful scream~”

The man’s raspy voice sent chills down her spine.

“You sick freak!”

Fang Xiaocao clamped a hand over her mouth, cursing under her breath.

“Hehehe… be good, open the door.”

“I can’t wait to see your terrified expression up close…”

The man’s hoarse whisper slithered into her ears, making her skin crawl.

This guy is seriously messed up!

“Why don’t you just go to hell?!”

Fang Xiaocao shouted furiously.

“Open the door?”

“For what?”

“I already called the police!”

“You’re finished, you freak!”

Fang Xiaocao cursed angrily.

“Hehehe… trying to scare me away?”

“If I were afraid, I wouldn’t still be here.”

The man chuckled eerily.

“Let me guess… the cops should arrive in about eight minutes?”

He mused to himself.

Fang Xiaocao instinctively checked her phone—two minutes had passed.

That meant there were still eight minutes left before Wang Qiang arrived.

The fact that this psycho could so accurately calculate the arrival time sent a wave of cold terror through her.

This level of precision…

This isn’t just any pervert—this guy is a high-IQ serial killer!

A monster like that wouldn’t just play cat-and-mouse for fun.

He has a backup plan.

He’s confident he can escape before the police arrive.

Or worse… take her with him!

Why not kill her immediately?

Because serial killers all have their own twisted rituals and obsessions.

They don’t just kill on impulse.

They need to savor the process.

“After all, the police station is the closest place to this community. Even driving from there takes ten minutes.”

“They still have to open the entrance, take the elevator up…”

He continued muttering, his bloodshot eyes locked onto hers through the door gap.

“Mmm, ten whole minutes left.”

“Hehehe… little darling, are you sure you don’t want to come out?”

His voice was teasing, almost affectionate.

“Come out, my ass!”

Fang Xiaocao roared in fury.

Tomorrow, I’m moving out!

This place is cursed!

First Axi, now this freak.

If she stayed, who knows what other horror would find her next?

At this point, if someone told her this place was haunted, she’d believe it.

“Hehehe… feisty, I like that~”

Instead of getting angry, the man sounded even more excited.

“You liking me means nothing to me!”

Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes.

“Did you know?”

“I’ve been inside your house several times already.”

“But every time, you weren’t home.”

“Tonight, I finally got you.”

The man chuckled.

Fang Xiaocao’s blood ran cold.

He’s been inside before?!

She never noticed anything off about the locks…

How did he get in?

What if… what if he had been waiting inside when she got home?

The thought sent a violent shudder through her body.

Fear and dread gnawed at her nerves.

“I even took some of your clothes with me…”

“Mmm, just as I expected from my chosen prey…”

“They smell so good~”

“Too bad they were all freshly washed.”

The man sighed as if truly regretful.

Fang Xiaocao’s stomach churned in disgust.

She spun around and yanked open her closet.

What she saw made her rage boil over.

Her drawer of undergarments contained something… vile.

Several pieces were stained with dried, crusty filth.

“Ugh—!”

She nearly vomited.

“Hehehe…”

“Do you like my little gifts?”

The man chuckled.

“LIKE YOUR GRANDPA!”

Fang Xiaocao exploded in fury.

Thank god…

Thank god she had been too exhausted to grab fresh clothes from the closet earlier.

She had changed into an outfit from her backpack instead.

Otherwise…

She would have been wearing those disgusting clothes right now.

The creep had hidden his “gifts” so well.

If she hadn’t suspected anything and checked thoroughly, she never would’ve noticed.

Who the hell inspects their clean laundry before putting it on?!

“Hehehe…”

Her curses only made the man laugh harder.

“Aren’t you going to check the clothes you’re wearing right now?”

He whispered seductively.

“Maybe I left you a little surprise there too~”

Fang Xiaocao’s entire body stiffened.

Goosebumps erupted over her skin.

“Come on, sweetheart… why don’t you strip and check?”

“I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

His voice dripped with perverted delight.

“Heh… don’t waste your breath.”

“I changed into clothes from my bag.”

Fang Xiaocao’s voice was ice-cold.

(End of Chapter 97)

Receiving Texts from the Future

Receiving Texts from the Future

收到未来短信,我赚百亿很合理吧
Score 9.5
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese

Full Title: Receiving Texts from the Future—Isn't Making Billions Only Natural?

A mysterious friend request from someone named "Scalding Hot Noodles" An unknown contact that doesn’t seem to exist. A message claiming to be from her future self, knowing everything about her past. Fang Xiaocao is completely bewildered. Scalding Hot Noodles: Danger ahead. Don’t go home tonight. “What kind of lunatic…?” Rolling her eyes, Fang Xiaocao dismisses the cryptic warning and unlocks her apartment door. Scalding Hot Noodles: At midnight, there will be knocking. If you don’t want to die, don’t turn on the light. 00:00:00 – Midnight. A sudden knock wakes her up. Just as she reaches for the bedside lamp, she remembers that bizarre message. She hesitates. Pulls her hand back. Hides under the covers until dawn. The next morning, news breaks—her neighbor, a single woman living alone, was murdered at midnight. Cold sweat drenches Fang Xiaocao. Scalding Hot Noodles: To celebrate surviving the night, head to the flea market before 3 PM. Booth #7. Buy the seventh inkstone on the left. The seller wants 80 yuan, but it’s worth 8 million. After last night, Fang Xiaocao dares not ignore the message. She buys the inkstone for 100 yuan. Antique Appraisal: Imperial Qianlong Inkstone—Valued at 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stands frozen in shock. Following the next set of instructions, she purchases a second-hand car… Only to get entangled in a murder case—along with a fortune worth hundreds of millions. Who is behind these messages? Is it really her future self? Or is she unknowingly caught in some eerie, high-stakes game?
Content Warning:
This story contains scenes with bloody and violent descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution and take care of yourself while reading.

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