72_72291Malibu is already bathed in the early summer sun, and the warm air brought by the sea breeze makes every afternoon slow and lazy.

Although Hollywood in May has not yet been fully lively, people can already vaguely feel the imminent heat wave of the summer file, this year's summer file will be kicked off by Warner Bros. commercial masterpiece "Tornado", this $92 million production has been in the early stage of promotion since March, and is widely believed to be a strong contender for this year's summer box office title.

But Malibu seems to have slowed down by more than a beat, and the hustle and bustle of the city hasn't invaded this laid-back paradise. Although Hugo chose to locate the villa here, Malibu was still in the early stages of development, and more Hollywood stars were gathering in Beverly Hills, making Malibu feel like a paradise by comparison. Especially recently, Hugo has completely disappeared, and the paparazzi in and out of Malibu have also decreased with the progress of time, and finally completely restored the peace of daily life.

Standing next to the streets of Malibu, not even a single figure or vehicle could be seen passing by for ten minutes, the scorching sun shining on the mottled streets, the asphalt streets were still potholed at this time, it seemed that today was not the day to work, the messy stones and pavers were quietly placed on the side of the road, without a sound, and the silence around the hot air almost condensed.

In the direction of the coastline road, a large green truck stopped a mile from the town, and a figure with a heavy backpack stepped out of the truck, then waved at the driver, and watched the large truck continue on its way, until it disappeared from sight, and the figure who had just stepped out of the car strode away towards the town of Malibu.

The figure in front of him was exactly the standard dress of a trekking backpacker, a 75-liter orange hiking bag was carried behind him, and a tent, a water bottle, a hiking cane, a replacement of hiking shoes, a canopy and other scattered items were strapped to it, and the whole huge object was pressed on the back like a small mountain, swallowing the person away. A dark blue mountaineering suit was hung on the strap of the mountaineering bag, revealing the bright red round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt inside, the T-shirt looked like a handmade zuò, with graffiti writing "I don't dance" on it, and the sturdy wheat-colored arms were exposed beyond the short sleeves, and the broad shoulders that supported the entire backpack were extended, making the backpacker's entire figure look tall and abnormal.

The backpacker has a thick beard on his face, which almost covers his entire chin, and wears a black baseball cap on his head, although this dress has covered half of his face, and he can't see his appearance clearly, but he has a restrained and calm temperament, from T-shirt to hat, from height to size, from steps to gestures...... People can't help but want to look at it twice - even if they don't understand why.

The backpacker's steps seemed light, as if the weight on his back was not worth mentioning, and he walked forward with a determined step, a mile as if it were only a hundred yards, and in the blink of an eye he entered the town. No one in the quiet town noticed the unexpected visitor, and he expertly followed the road, through the main part of the town, and headed straight for a mountain village to the north of the town.

The lodge is unfamiliar to many, and even Malibu's own residents are muttering behind their backs, some saying it's a nursing home for the elderly, and that's the responsibility of the state. Sponsored by the government, this is a project they have developed in partnership with Malibu to make Malibu a suitable town for health vacations; Some people say that this is a mental hospital, because it is common to see people in white nurses' uniforms and people in hospital gowns chasing each other in the garden at dusk, and the expressions look terrible; Some people say that this is the private domain of a noble family, and that those who need to be raised, raised, and exiled are put here......

The main reason why there are so many rumors is that the mountain resort has always been closed and never open to the public, and people who come and go inside are picked up by special cars, and rarely communicate with the local residents of Malibu. In the relatively closed era when the Internet was not yet widespread, if there was no television and no newspaper to investigate, then such a mountain village would always be covered with a veil of mystery, and rumors naturally increased.

Because of so many rumors, the townspeople of Malibu rarely come to this area, making it seem like a deserted and abandoned place.

The backpacker kept moving in the direction of the lodge, but he seemed to have some problems recognizing the way, and the direction was obviously correct, but for some reason he began to turn and detour, and then he began to go the other way, and when he realized it, he had to adjust the direction again. The backpacker had to take forty-five minutes to reach the destination, which could have been reached in a quarter of an hour, carrying the huge and heavy backpack on his back, and then he gradually approached the lodge: because there was only one way left to reach it directly, and it was impossible to get lost.

A hundred yards from the lodge, the backpacker saw a royal blue BMW sedan parked in the doorway, the sedan had turned off and was parked beside it, and three young men were standing outside the car, muttering something. Since there was no one around at all, as soon as the backpacker appeared, the three of them noticed, and they saw the huge backpack at first sight, and then showed a look of confusion and doubt, hesitated and whispered to communicate again.

But the backpacker waved his right hand and shouted, "Hey, guys. The crisp sound was mixed with the echo of the sea breeze and the echo of the striking stones, so that the seabirds standing nearby were frightened and fluttered their wings.

The three young men all seemed to be frightened, completely unexpecting the backpacker to say hello, they cast their eyes again, the confusion on their faces became even more strict, the man standing on the far right was wearing a black knitted sweater with black washed jeans, he took two steps forward, looked fixedly, and then raised his voice incredulously, "Dude, you ...... Have you been robbed by someone? ”

The backpacker laughed, "If that's the case, then this robber really doesn't have the skills." He pointed to the heavy backpack behind his back, his face smug as he spoke.

The man in the black sweater immediately took a step and strode over, regardless of the dust and sloppiness of the backpacker, and directly gave the backpacker a warm hug, only to find that his hands could not be put together at all - the backpack was too thick, so he had to let go of his hands and thump heavily on the backpacker's chest, "You're thirty minutes late, we all thought you weren't coming." ”

"But our protagonist hasn't come yet, so I can't be considered late." The backpacker's smile hidden under his beard bloomed completely, and it was unbelievably dazzling in the early May sun, and the face hidden by the beard and hat bloomed in the smile as if the ice and snow had melted.

At this time, another man also strode forward with a steady pace, he was wearing a dark gray V-neck T-shirt, with a black motorcycle jacket, neat and tough dress with bold courage, the man walked over, and directly gave the backpacker's biceps two heavy fists, "Late is late, it's useless to quibble." ”

"If you're worried about getting sunburned because you've been in the sun for too long, I can apologize." The backpacker's ridicule made the sweater man laugh directly, and the jacket man couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth and showed a smile at the backpacker, "It seems that you have gained a lot, I am waiting to hear your story." ”

The backpacker's gaze was in contact with the only man left behind, the man was wearing a dark blue checked shirt with a small silver vest, he stood a little cramped in place, and when his gaze made contact with the backpacker, the expression on his face was even more embarrassed and extremely jerky.

The backpacker raised his hand and waved, "Hey, there's a cocktail party today?" Can you count me as a share? ”

The man in the shirt couldn't help but be stunned, but the man in the jacket turned his head to look at the man in the sweater, "Look, I sued you, he will definitely be ridiculed." The sweater man smiled back with a "I admit defeat" look, and the jacket man left a smile on the corner of his mouth, took the dollar handed by the sweater man, and turned his head to look ahead: the backpacker walked towards the shirt man.

The shirt man stood a little helpless, but he also reacted to what the backpacker's ridicule meant, looked down at his untimely shirt, and explained embarrassedly, "I just think that today is Pepe's big day, maybe it needs to be a little grander......"

"Rest assured, Pepe doesn't think you're a jerk just because you look like a jerk." The backpacker stepped forward, gave the shirt man a hug, and deliberately rubbed his dirty T-shirt against the sleeve of the shirt.

The man in the shirt looked at the backpacker's childish behavior speechlessly, "Don't forget it, I used to buy a car, and oil stains, stains and other things are not a problem for me at all." ”

"Then we'll push you on the hood and rub it twice, and we'll have no problem?" The man in the jacket shut up the shirt man with a word, and the others laughed heartily.

At this moment, the door of the villa in front of him slowly opened, interrupting the communication between the four men, and then I saw a thin and tall man walking out with curly hair like a bird's nest, his hands were empty, and there was nothing, making it impossible to figure out what his identity was in the villa.

The curly-haired man saw the four men in front of him, and his footsteps couldn't help but stop, and then he stood in place and looked at the four figures seriously, a little at a loss, and finally he could only rub his hair with his right hand, standing there and not knowing what to do at all.

"Hey man, your pants aren't zipping up!" A crisp voice rang out