The arms agent concubine takes the RV to raise a baby

Hua Xiyu arrived at Shuiyue Temple carrying two bags. It was almost evening and everyone in the temple was gathered in the dining room waiting for dinner. She rushed to the front of Master Shuixin's room and gently approached the back window. She originally planned to climb in through the window and hold the master hostage to inquire about the Prime Minister's Mansion and her previous affairs. Suddenly, she heard a conversation from inside. It was Mingyue's voice, "Master, will Sister Xiyu come back?"

"Yes, she will come back," Master Shui Xin said meaningfully, her expression a little dazed.

"Master, I want to go to Huicheng to find Sister Xiyu," Mingyue said again, her tone full of nostalgia.

"This Xiyu is not that Qianyu. You won't be able to see her if you go there."

Hua Xiyu was confused when he heard this outside the door. What does this mean? He wanted to ask for clarification, but now Mingyue is here, it is not easy to do it. So he decided to go to Luoshuitan first and settle the account later.

Turning around and heading towards the pond, there were obvious signs of sudden braking that day. The car had overturned and looked as if it had been camouflaged, but she could tell at a glance that the car was still leaning against the tree after removing the withered branches.

That's right, these are the things she is familiar with, the familiar feelings.

She checked carefully and found that the car door was deformed and not completely locked. It was easy to pry open and the car key was still in the car.

She took off the bag in her hand, threw it on the back seat, jumped into the car, rummaged around in the car, and finally found another backpack in the trunk. In the bag lay two spare car keys. She knew that she would not be so careless.

I started the engine and the motor started to turn. Hmm! Very good. Everything was fine with the car. Except for the slight deformation of the door lock and the scratches on the outside, everything else was fine.

She suddenly didn't want to go look for Master Shui Xin anymore. As a Buddhist nun, she might have been deceived. She didn't want to scare Mingyue, and even more so didn't want to expose her whereabouts. It was better to have less trouble than more, so let's just leave it that way for now.

She took out a jack to straighten the car, found a military machete and cut down the tree in front of the car, covered the stump with some soil, paved a path, and then drove the car out of the slope. Naturally, she found the RV on a flat ground. Everything was perfect.

He found his clothes, took off his complicated ancient costume, took a bath in the Luoshui Pond, and got himself something to eat. It was already late, so he rested in the RV for a night. When he woke up the next day, it was already past ten in the morning. He was too tired from the escape during these days. He had not eaten or slept well, and was afraid of exposing his identity. He also didn't know where to go. The moment he found the car, he felt at ease, at least he knew exactly where he came from.

After getting some food, I had the time and mood to check my car carefully, focusing on the RV first and putting all the clothes into the suitcase. The food in the RV was still fresh and well stocked.

There was a violin fixed in the cabinet above the bed. I touched the case and felt a sense of déjà vu. Perhaps it belonged to someone I was traveling with. It was impossible for me to travel alone in an RV.

There was also a saxophone. A strange feeling flashed through her mind, but it was only fleeting. She chuckled, as if she was laughing at herself. These things were not enough to clarify her identity.

She continued to search for electronic toys, books, first aid kits, etc., which were all necessary items for traveling, and did not find any information related to her identity. Everything in the car was standard for traveling in an RV, and at most it could be considered a super-equipped one for young people traveling, with everything for food, drink, and entertainment.

There was still an unfinished cigarette in the car, so she lit one for herself and sat in the living room of the RV in a daze, "Am I such a playful person?" She felt it carefully, but it didn't seem to be particularly strong.

She reorganized her experiences and the information she had inquired about in the past few days, as well as the information she was familiar with and remembered, and had a rough outline in her mind. The only thing she was sure of was that she was a modern person and was currently in ancient times. As for how she came here and why she was here, she had no idea and didn't want to think about it anymore. She avoided this question and thought that this was her current life. She couldn't stay in the mountains and forests.

She turned on the induction cooker to boil water and made herself a cup of coffee. The sweet aroma and bitter taste made her relax and no longer worry about her identity. Her cell phone was charging. There was no signal in ancient times, so the cell phone was actually useless. However, the information in the cell phone should be useful.

Holding a cup of coffee in her right hand and a cigarette in her left, she looked out the car window at the lush woods, her mind wandering aimlessly. She put down the coffee cup and tapped the table with her right hand unconsciously but orderly, like the rhythm of galloping horses' hooves. She suddenly stopped tapping. There was a slight empty sound, which most people could not hear, but she easily caught the difference.

She found the toolbox and dismantled the table in a few moves. She discovered that the 4.5-centimeter-thick table top was hollow, with more than a dozen passports and some other documents neatly placed inside.

More than a dozen passports were spread out on the table, each with her own photo, but with different names, Hua Xiyu, Wang Zhihua, Linda, Xu Wanqiu, Ouyang Wanying, Yuanyan Yuyue, etc., different nationalities, Chinese, Japanese Chinese, American Chinese, Singaporean, Taiwanese, etc.; different hairstyles, long hair, short hair, straight hair, curly hair, etc. The occupations were even more bizarre, doctor, nurse, librarian, bar singer, violinist, student, researcher, ...

If these professions are real, they cover almost every industry. The only thing that remains unchanged is the face.

Hua Xiyu was dumbfounded. Who am I? What do I do? Which one is the real me?

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself carefully. Her face was real because it was on every passport. Her age was real because it was 20 years old on every passport. However, her name, nationality and occupation were very complicated. She stared at the beautiful face in the mirror in a daze, asking herself over and over again: Who am I, where am I from, where am I going?

She felt like a person who appeared out of nowhere, with no idea where she came from, floating alone between heaven and earth, unable to tell the directions; she didn't know how to return, where she should go, or where her home was.

She was lonely, helpless and at a loss like an abandoned child.

She was so sad that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't squeeze out a single tear. She wanted to scream, but she opened her mouth and no sound came out.

I put all the passports back, tidied the table, sat down quietly, drank my coffee, lit a cigarette, thought nothing, did nothing, just like in a dream, my mind was blank, there was nothing, I just let myself go. Since I couldn't figure it out, I would just leave it like this for now. Letting nature take its course is the best way to deal with it.

So she swept away her previous dejection and wandered around the car excitedly again, looking around aimlessly, examining the places in the car where things could be hidden. When her eyes fell on the bed again, an idea flashed in her mind. She ran over in two steps, tore off the sheets and quilts, turned over the bed, and oh my God, she was so shocked that her mouth was wide open for a long time.

What are these? What are these? Two boxes of M16 rifles and two boxes of ammunition.

"My God" She covered her mouth but still screamed out. Fortunately, there was no one in the mountains.

"M16? Isn't this a product that the US military has phased out? It was phased out after World War II. How can there still be M21s in the 16st century?"

She was so shocked that she fell on the edge of the bed. This was a gun, a real gun, not a water gun, not a toy gun, but a real American product, a gun that can kill with one shot. Why was there a gun in the car? China has banned guns!

She looked at the guns suspiciously, with countless thoughts flashing through her mind, none of which made sense.

Could this be the arms dealer's car, stolen from a robbery?

NO, those passports can't be explained? Am I an arms dealer? No, she didn't believe she was such a person.

She continued to search, and found a few boxes at the innermost part, which were full of women's products, dresses, high heels, and cosmetics. There seemed to be nothing wrong with them, but those were not things that an ordinary woman could use, not things that a woman traveling could use, and certainly not things that a high school graduate should use. These things were all high-end brand products. The pair of red high heels alone was worth hundreds of thousands, and the sparkling decorations on the uppers were real diamonds, not glass beads.

And that diamond-encrusted dress probably cost several million.

She didn't want to look at it anymore, so she restored everything. She originally wanted to find her identity from these common items, but now all these things made her even more confused. She asked herself over and over again: "Who am I? Where do I come from? What do I do?"

After making the bed, he continued to search the car and found an American-made M2066 pistol in an inconspicuous compartment. It had an effective range of 200 meters and a magazine capacity of 18 rounds.

What surprised her was that this gun was also made in the United States, and it should be considered one of the higher ranked firearms at present.

She found two more mobile phones, both of which were obviously military. The phones were out of battery, so she plugged them in. There was no information in the phones. They were brand new, as if they had never been used. Even if they had been used, no information would be left behind. This type of internal machine has a self-destruct program, and all the information in it will be automatically destroyed after ten minutes of standby.

This is the same series as that person's phone, but this one is newer and more advanced.

She has been shocked enough, she said, and has become accustomed to the waves of surprises and shocks.

Am I a soldier? A special forces soldier, a special police officer, or a professional killer? An arms dealer? In any case, I am definitely not an ordinary person.

After checking the RV and gaining these gains, she checked the Wrangler again and found an equipment bag under the driver's seat. It was full of modern equipment, which made her even more confused. Masks, bulletproof vests, cameras, and eavesdropping devices. After finding these, she gave up. These things were useless in ancient times without the Internet.

She repaired the deformed door first, and then covered up the scratches with a spray of the same color. Some images flashed through her mind again, "Don't let anyone leave any marks on your car." Yes, a car is also an identity, and someone will deliberately make marks on the car, so every time before setting off, she would check the car carefully, and then cover up all the marks, whether intentional or unintentional, with spray paint.

Hua Xiyu finally chose to use the identity of "Hua Xiyu". When she heard that both the nun and Mingyue called her Xiyu, she compared her ID card and passport with herself. This was the closest to her current self. After seeing these modern objects for a few days, her memories of the modern times were gradually recovering. She remembered Huicheng and some images of the modern times, but she could not remember the parts related to herself.

She was not in a hurry. Since she could remember some modern things, it was only a matter of time before she would remember everything about herself. After ten or twenty days of rest, the blood clots in her head would dissipate and she would remember everything.

She packed some necessary items that she might need into her backpack and put a human face mask on her face to completely cover her appearance. She instantly turned into a man with rough skin and dark face. She wore the clothes Su Yi gave her. Obviously, these clothes were prepared temporarily and did not fit her very well. In order to match his identity and not attract attention, Boss Su was considerate enough to prepare men's clothes made of coarse linen for her.

Everything is packed up and ready to go down the mountain. No matter what, we must go to Huicheng.

Go down the mountain before dark, stay in Muduo Town tonight, and head to Huicheng tomorrow. Even if Huicheng is a tiger's den, you have to explore it. Since you have come to the ancient times for no apparent reason, you have to find a way to survive. Those who want to harm her must be found out. As for Master Shuixin, she is a little confused about this old nun. It is best not to be in cahoots with the traffickers, otherwise...