During her third tomb raid, Wang Fuxi ran into three very strange men.
A man with a downcast look called her "Wang Zao." His voice trembled with disbelief. "You... you're alive? You're alive? That's wonderful, that's wonderful."
A fat man called her "Wang Xiaocao," blustering, "Comrade Xiaocao, that wasn't very nice of you. You didn't even tell me, Master Pang, when you went back to your hometown."
A scholarly-looking man called her "Wang Shuizao," his surprise mixed with confusion at being deceived. "Didn't you say you were going to live in seclusion and stay out of all this tomb-digging business?"
Wang Fuxi: ???? What are they talking about? Is she supposed to know them?
Wang Fuxi silently stared at the three men who were claiming to be her relatives and friends, speechless for a long moment. Then she turned and swiftly leaped into a tide of human-faced shellfish, vanishing beneath it.
Theme: I haven't lost my memory, but we really don't know each other
