Malibu has been bathed in the early summer sun early, and the sea breeze brings warm air, making every afternoon slow and lazy.

Although Hollywood in May has not become completely lively, it can already make people feel the heat wave that is about to hit the summer season. This year's summer season will be kicked off by Warner Bros. The work with an investment of up to 92 million US dollars has been promoted in advance since March, and is generally believed to be a strong contender for the box office champion of this summer season.

However, Malibu's pace seemed to be slower by more than a beat, and the noise and noise in the city did not invade this leisurely paradise. Although Hugo chose to place the villa here, Malibu was still in the early development stage at this time, and more Hollywood stars gathered in Beverly Hills. In comparison, Malibu seemed to be a paradise. Especially recently, Hugo has completely disappeared, and the figures of paparazzi entering and leaving Malibu have also decreased with the advancement of time, and finally completely restored the peace of daily life.

Standing next to the streets of Malibu, you can't even see any figure or vehicle passing by within ten minutes. The scorching sun shines on the mottled streets. The asphalt street is still bumpy at this time. Today seems to be not a day for work. The messy stones and pavers are quietly placed by the roadside, without a trace of sound, and the surroundings are silently causing the hot air to almost condense.

Along the coastline road, a large green truck stopped a mile from the town. A figure with a heavy backpack walked out of the truck, then waved to the driver, watching the truck continue to move forward until it disappeared from sight. The figure who had just gotten out of the car took great steps and advanced towards the town of Malibu.

The figure in front of me was completely dressed as a hiking backpacker. A 75-liter orange mountaineering bag was carried behind her, with tents, kettles, hiking canes, replacement hiking shoes, awnings and other scattered items. The entire huge object was pressed on the back like a hill, swallowing people away. A dark blue mountaineering suit was hung on the strap of the mountaineering bag, revealing the big red round-necked short-sleeved T-shirt inside. The T-shirt looked handmade, with graffiti saying "I won't dance" on it. Outside the short sleeves, the strong wheat-colored arms were exposed. Extended to it, the wide and thick shoulders that supported the entire backpack, making the backpacker look extremely tall.

The backpacker had a thick beard on his face, almost covering his entire chin, and a black baseball cap was worn on his head. Although this outfit had covered half of his face and could not see clearly his appearance, he had a restrained and calm temperament, from T-shirt to hat, from height to body shape, from footsteps to gestures... People always want to look at him more even if they don't understand why.

The backpacker's steps seemed very light, as if the weight on his back was not worth mentioning at all. He walked forward with a firm pace, and a mile distance was as if it was only a hundred yards, and he walked into the town in a blink of an eye. No one in the quiet town noticed this unexpected visitor. He skillfully walked along the road, passed through the main part of the town, and walked straight towards a villa north of the town.

This villa is very strange to many people. Even Malibu's own residents are muttering behind their backs. Some say it is a nursing home for the elderly, sponsored by the state government. This is a project they developed in cooperation with Malibu, hoping to make Malibu a town suitable for recuperation and vacation; some say it is a neurological hospital because people wearing white nurse uniforms and people wearing hospital uniforms are often seen chasing in the garden at dusk, and the expression looks very bad; some say it is a private territory of a certain aristocratic family, and the family needs to be maintained, stocked, and exiled people are placed here...

The reason why there are so many rumors is mainly because this villa always implements closed management and is never open to the public. The people entering and leaving the people inside and out are picked up and dropped off by private cars, and they rarely communicate with local residents of Malibu. In the relatively closed era when the Internet has not yet been popularized, if there is no TV or newspaper to investigate, such villas will always be covered with a mysterious veil, and rumors will naturally increase.

It is precisely because of so many rumors that residents of the small town of Malibu rarely come to this place, making it look like a deserted and abandoned place.

The backpacker was moving towards the direction where the villa was, but he seemed to have some problems of recognizing the way. The direction was obviously correct, but he started to turn and detour for no reason, and then he began to go against the way. After he realized it, he had to adjust the direction again. The destination that could have been reached in a quarter of an hour, the backpacker took for forty-five minutes with the huge and heavy backpack on his backpacker, and then gradually approached the villa: because there was only one road left to reach directly, and it was impossible to get lost.

When the villa was still one hundred yards away, the backpackers saw a royal blue BMW sedan parked at the door. At this time, the car had turned off and parked aside. Three young people stood outside the sedan, muttering and talking about something. Since no one was approaching around, the backpackers noticed the three of them. They saw the huge backpack at first sight, and then looked puzzled and confused, and hesitated and started to communicate again.

But the backpacker took the initiative to wave his right hand and shouted, "Hey, guys." The crisp sound mixed with the sea breeze and the echo of the rocks shocked the seabirds that were stationed next to him frightened and flew.

The three young men seemed to be frightened, and they did not expect the backpackers to say hello. They cast their eyes again, and their confusion became even worse. The man standing on the far right was wearing a black knitted sweater and black washing jeans. He walked forward two steps, looked closely, and then said incredibly, "Brother, you... who are you robbing me?"

The backpacker laughed, "If this is the case, then this robber is really not good at it." He pointed to the heavy backpack behind him, his face full of pride.

The man in black sweater immediately took a step forward and ran over. Regardless of the dust and sloppy on the backpacker's body, he gave the backpacker a warm hug. But he found that his hands were too thick to close the backpacker. He had to let go of his hands and pound the backpacker's chest, "You are already thirty minutes late, and we all thought you were not here."

"But our protagonist hasn't come yet, so I can't be considered late." The backpacker's smile hidden under his beard completely bloomed, and in the early May sunshine, it was incredibly dazzling. The face covered by the beard and hat bloomed in his smile like the melting of ice and snow.

At this time, another man also walked up with steady steps. He was wearing a dark gray V-neck T-shirt and a black motorcycle jacket. His neat and tough look was with drastic courage. The man walked over and directly gave the backpacker two heavy fists with biceps. "It's useless to be late if he is late, and it's useless to argue."

"If you are worried about sunburn in the sun for too long, I can apologize." The backpacker's teasing made the sweater laugh directly, and the jacket man couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth and smiled at the backpacker, "It seems that you have gained a lot, I'm waiting to listen to your story."

The backpacker's eyes were in contact with the only man left behind. The man was wearing a dark blue plaid shirt and a silver vest. He stood there crampedly. When the eyes were in contact with the backpacker, the expression on his face was even more awkward and looked extremely awkward.

The backpacker raised his hand and waved it, whispering, "Hey, there will be a cocktail party today? Can it be counted as one of me?"

The man in the shirt couldn't help but be stunned, but the man in the jacket turned his head and looked at the man in the sweater, "Look, I told you, he will definitely be teased." The man in the sweater smiled and replied with a "I admit defeat". A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, took the dollar handed over by the man in the sweater, turned to look forward: the backpacker walked towards the man in the shirt.

The man in the shirt stood there and was at a loss, but he also realized what the backpacker's joke meant. He looked down at his inappropriate shirt and explained awkwardly, "I just think that today is a big day for Pepe, and maybe it needs to be more grand..."

"Don't worry, Pepe won't think you're a bastard just because you look like a bastard." The backpacker walked up and gave the man in the shirt a hug, and deliberately rubbed his dirty T-shirt on the sleeve of the shirt.

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

"Then we'll push you onto the hood and rub it a few times now, there's no problem?" The man in the jacket made the man in the shirt shut up directly, while the others laughed.

At this moment, the gate of the villa in front of him slowly opened, interrupting the communication between the four men. Then he saw a tall and thin man walking out with curly hair like a bird's nest. His hands were empty and there was nothing, making people unable to understand what he was in the villa.

The curly-haired man saw the four men in front of him, and couldn't help but stop, then stood there and looked at the four figures seriously, a little at a loss. In the end, he could only rub his hair hard with his right hand, and stood there without knowing what to do.
Chapter completed!