I Received Messages From Future Self!

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 The Knocked Door

[Hot Noodles: The exclusion method by death might not be realistic, because those who are dead are not necessarily good people, and those who are alive are not necessarily bad.]

Fang Xiaocao’s thoughts were instantly seen through by Hot Noodles.

The two were essentially one; how could Hot Noodles not know what Xiaocao was thinking?

“Alright, I was too naive.”

Reading the message from Hot Noodles, Xiaocao sighed and sent a reply.

“Are there any other useful clues?”

Xiaocao asked in her message.

In her mind, Xiaocao kept pondering, who had used Su Wanqing as a pawn.

Was it Zhi Qi?

Unlikely!

Backed by the Zhi Family, Zhi Qi didn’t need to go to such lengths just to check someone’s check-in information.

The wealthy Zhi Qi would have probably hired a more professional assassin.

Like Tom, who had been recruited by her.

The three assassins who blocked the elevator were clearly not very professional, otherwise, even if Tom was strong, he would not have been able to fight three at once and still have a chance of survival.

Moreover…

Tom even had the strength to move the bodies of the three clumsy assassins to the underground parking lot, load them into a Wuling Hongguang, and dispose of the corpses.

This was not just a victory.

It was a complete triumph!

Previously, Xiaocao hadn’t considered this point.

Now that she thought about it, the three assassins who blocked the elevator probably weren’t hired by Zhi Qi.

But by the person who was using Su Wanqing.

It made no sense for Zhi Qi, having hired Tom and not having received any message of mission failure, to send a second wave of assassins.

And even if she did send more, she wouldn’t choose three such unprofessional killers.

After all, Zhi Qi’s first choice had been Dolphin, a master from both the black and red lists, and her second choice, Tom, was also an emerging talent from the lists.

Would she choose three such incompetent people for the third wave?

If they failed, wouldn’t that just be giving the game away?

Even if Xiaocao was foolish, would she not call the police after being assassinated in public, instead go driving and hang out with them so carefree?

Wouldn’t that lead directly to Tom’s assassination attempt failing?

“So…”

“I still have two people by my side who want to kill me.”

Lying on the hotel bed, Xiaocao murmured to herself.

“Then…”

“Besides Zhi Qi, who could the other one be?”

“Wen Shi or Yun Luoshu?”

Xiaocao murmured to herself.

“It can’t be both of them, can it?”

Xiaocao laughed at herself mockingly.

“Can we confirm if the other person who wants to kill me is the same as Thousand Faces?”

Thinking of this, Xiaocao drafted a message and sent it to Hot Noodles, inquiring.

[Hot Noodles: I haven’t found other useful clues over here; after all, there wasn’t much time and I only managed to rule out the suspicion of Su Wanqing.]

[Hot Noodles: I also don’t have evidence right now to prove that this person and Thousand Faces are the same.]

Looking at the messages from Hot Noodles, Xiaocao “whooshed” up from the hotel bed and sat straight.

“It can’t be two different people, can it?”

“One of Wen Shi or Yun Luoshu had their identity replaced by Thousand Faces, and the other wants to kill me?”

Xiaocao asked excitedly through a voice message.

“How much do people hate me?”

“So many around me want to kill me?”

Xiaocao said with a bitter smile.

[Hot Noodles: Don’t joke, you really shouldn’t, because anything could be possible.]

[Hot Noodles: Being too outstanding does indeed make one an easy target of envy and resentment.]

Looking at the messages from Hot Noodles, Xiaocao rolled her eyes speechlessly.

“I suspect you’re complimenting yourself!”

Fang Xiaocao replied, adding a disgusted emoji for good measure.

[Hot Noodles: We are one and the same; praising me is praising you, right?]

[Hot Noodles: So, don’t sweat the small stuff.]

Fang Xiaocao felt powerless to retort to Hot Noodles’ twisted logic.

She’d encountered thick-skinned people before, but never someone with skin quite this thick.

“Are you, like, serious?”

It took Fang Xiaocao quite a while to muster the courage to ask tentatively.

[Hot Noodles: Before the truth comes to light, anything is possible. Why can’t it be, two people want to kill you?]

Staring at Hot Noodles’ message, Fang Xiaocao was stunned and muttered to herself, “That… actually makes sense…”

“Heh…”

“My life is really in high demand…”

Fang Xiaocao murmured to herself.

[Hot Noodles: Don’t overthink it. The harder you are to kill, the better we prove ourselves to be. And it’s not just you being targeted—have I ever not been busy?]

[Hot Noodles: Let’s take this opportunity to show just how outstanding we are.]

Looking at Hot Noodles’ message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes in resignation and retorted, “Like I need to prove anything!”

Exiting the chat with Hot Noodles, Fang Xiaocao glanced at Tom’s avatar, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to message Tom first.

Having exited WeChat, Fang Xiaocao continued to lie on the hotel’s king-size bed, eyes closed, gathering her energy, and listening to the noises from the corridor outside her room.

The hotel had a high occupancy rate, and the footsteps in the hallway were particularly chaotic.

Apart from the guests coming and going, there were room cleaners bustling about, tidying up and offering their services.

All the noise made Fang Xiaocao feel irritated and frazzled.

“Sigh…”

“Why did I come up with such a lousy idea.”

Fang Xiaocao complained, helplessly.

She sat up, turned on the room’s light, dug out her charger from her bag, plugged in her phone, and turned on the TV in the room.

“I’m done waiting!”

“They can come or not; either way, I’m not in 508.”

Fang Xiaocao muttered.

After securing the room’s door with the lock and the security chain, Fang Xiaocao entered the bathroom and started to enjoy what life had to offer.

The most dangerous place is the safest one.

Which assassin could imagine Fang Xiaocao would be lounging comfortably in the bathtub of room 507, right across from 508, basking in the pleasure of a hot bath?

And Fang Xiaocao wasn’t just taking a bath, she also had red wine!

The red wine came with the room, a barcode-scanned bottle meant to provide guests easy access to a comfortable, bourgeois lifestyle.

Fang Xiaocao raised her glass of wine, swirled it around, and took a sip.

Immediately, she grimaced and placed the wine glass to the side.

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—this wine tastes terrible.”

Fang Xiaocao expressed her distaste with a grimace.

Feeling the water in the bathtub cooling, Fang Xiaocao stretched lazily, climbed out of the tub, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked out of the bathroom, dropping herself onto the hotel’s large bed.

She snuggled into the covers, half-watching a soap opera on TV, and drifted off into a groggy sleep.

“Thud thud thud…”

“Thud thud thud…”

Not sure how long she had slept, Fang Xiaocao was awakened by a rhythmic knocking.

Still groggy, she opened her eyes, intending to respond, but she stopped herself just before the words left her mouth.

“Whew…”

“That was close!”

Fang Xiaocao exhaled a sigh of relief and muttered.

The door being knocked wasn’t 507’s.

It was the opposite one—508!

Fang Xiaocao got up from the bed, wrapped in her towel and barefoot, she walked to the door and pressed her ear against it, listening to the sounds in the corridor.