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Receiving Texts from the Future – CH151

Han Xue Escapes

Chapter 151: Han Xue Escapes

“Team Leader Luo!”

Seeing Luo Fei collapse, the third assault team member panicked and shouted.

Hearing the gunfire outside stop and the Major Crimes Unit’s voices, Fang Xiaocao knew that Axi was done for.

The battle was over.

Axi’s life of crime was coming to an end.

Fang Xiaocao picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Tom.

“Tom, where are you now?”

[Tom: Princess, I’m right across from the hotel at a milk tea shop, drinking milk tea.]

The moment Fang Xiaocao sent her message, Tom responded instantly.

She was momentarily stunned by the quick reply before sending another message.

“Tom, have you seen Han Xue?”
“Did she escape, or did she return to the hotel?”

With Axi caught, Fang Xiaocao’s attention was now entirely on Han Xue.

These two criminals had conspired to kill her. She wouldn’t let either of them off the hook.

[Tom: Princess, Han Xue must have escaped. I haven’t seen her anywhere near the hotel.]

Sitting in the milk tea shop, Tom took a quick glance around before replying, making sure Han Xue was nowhere in sight.

Fang Xiaocao frowned at Tom’s message, feeling a bit disappointed.

Han Xue had managed to escape.

She regretted not having Tom stop Han Xue earlier.

If she had ordered Tom to use force to capture Han Xue back then, they could have handed her over along with Axi to Song Lin—wrapping everything up neatly.

As Fang Xiaocao was lost in regret, a wave of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway on the fifth floor.

She switched to the surveillance feed and checked the situation in the corridor.

A large group of city police reinforcements and paramedics had arrived.

She watched as Song Lin, Axi, and three unfamiliar detectives were carried away on stretchers toward the elevator.

“What a shame…”

“Axi wasn’t killed!”

Fang Xiaocao muttered to herself in disappointment.

She had hoped that Axi would be gunned down by Song Lin and his team.

But Axi was still alive—struggling furiously even as he was carried away. That frustrated her.

She exited the surveillance feed and returned to WeChat, sending another message to Tom.

“Tom, find Han Xue.”
“If you see her, notify me immediately.”

[Tom: Understood!]

Tom never refused Fang Xiaocao’s commands.

The hypnotic suggestion implanted in his mind only grew stronger over time, constantly reinforcing his loyalty.

Unless a hypnotist even more skilled than Fang Xiaocao intervened to break the hypnosis, Tom would remain under her control.

But breaking the hypnosis forcefully could leave Tom brain-dead.

This was a failsafe Xiaocao had put in place.

“Go, do everything you can to find her!”

[Tom: Understood, Princess. Don’t worry.]

After responding, Tom pocketed his phone, picked up his half-finished milk tea, and casually walked out of the shop.

If Han Xue hadn’t returned to the hotel, then she must have fled.

The steakhouse was near the hotel.

If she wanted to escape, she wouldn’t head toward the hotel but in the opposite direction.

Tom began following that route.

It would be difficult to track her down, but there was always a chance.

From his observations, Han Xue was cautious and intelligent but lacked professional training.

By applying his knowledge of reconnaissance and counter-surveillance, combined with his high-tech tools, Tom was confident he could find her.

As he strolled along the street, something caught his eye.

His gaze sharpened as he approached a trash bin.

Reaching inside, he pulled out a human skin mask.

Tom tucked the mask into his pocket and stepped into a nearby alley.

Once inside, he unfolded the mask and examined it closely.

After a moment, he blinked and muttered, “This disguise is hardcore… It’s made from real human skin.”

Disgusted, he drops the mask on the ground.

Pulling out his phone, he sent another message to Fang Xiaocao.

[Tom: Princess, I think I need a picture of Han Xue’s real face.]

Fang Xiaocao was puzzled.

“What happened?”

Why did Tom suddenly need Han Xue’s photo?

Han Xue was a wanted criminal. Would she really dare to show her real face in public?

[Tom: Han Xue ditched her disguise—a human skin mask.]
[Tom: It was real human skin. That woman is completely insane.]

Reading his message, Fang Xiaocao felt a chill down her spine.

She knew Han Xue was dangerous.

But she hadn’t expected this level of insanity.

Han Xue had actually worn another person’s face.

Just imagining it made Xiaocao’s skin crawl.

“Wait a moment, I’ll find one.”

She searched her phone gallery.

Soon, she found a clear frontal photo of Han Xue in the recently deleted album.

She restored the image and sent it to Tom.

“This is Han Xue’s real face.”

[Tom: Got it.]
[Tom: I just hope she doesn’t have more skin masks.]

Pocketing his phone, Tom stepped out of the alley.

He didn’t bother tracking her through her clothes.

If Han Xue had removed her mask, she had definitely changed her outfit too.

With the stolen assets of her victims, she had more than enough money to buy a new set of clothes before the authorities could freeze her accounts.

This would be a tough chase.

But Tom was up for the challenge.

(End of Chapter 151)

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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