Chapter 114 - Unexpected companion

Laila took the Pacific Coast Highway, Route 1, known as the "National Road."

This highway from Los Angeles to San Francisco is more than 600 miles long, and beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere along the way. For example, Monterey Goose Warm Stone Beach, Mangrove Forest, and Big Sur Coast, etc., you can take pictures of fascinating scenery almost casually with your camera.

She is wearing a baseball cap and driving a second-hand station wagon. Not to mention that fans will not recognize this image. Even the paparazzi, who is known for all-pervasiveness, may not recognize her.

Laila didn't set a time limit for her vacation. She drove along this road casually, stopped to take a few photos when she saw the beautiful scenery and stopped when she sees cute shops and had a special meal or a cup of fragrant coffee, it can be said to be a delighted and enjoyable journey.

Initially, Claire's temper didn't agree to let her go on the road alone, but at Laila's firm request, she could only agree, but she also made an agreement to call every day to report safety.

Laila will not complain about this. She lived alone for half a lifetime in the previous life. So many people care about her in this life, so what is the trouble?

She originally thought she would enjoy this holiday alone, but she didn't expect to be joined by two unexpected visitors.

Those are two men, one is over 20, and the other is around 30. They were not lucky, and the poor car went on strike on a rainy night. If it weren't for Laila's kindness to take them for a ride, I don't know how long they will have to wait on that sparsely populated road.

In fact, Laila was worried about whether to help them or not. She has watched some horror films and read some cases in the newspapers caused by randomly carrying others. A girl took two big men into the car. It was a dangerous and thoughtless thing to do.

At first, Laila wanted to pretend not to see and drove the car directly. But the moment she drove past, she saw the sign of "saw" on them.

Yes, those two people are wearing one of the peripherals of "saw" on their bodies and t-shirts with the image of dolls printed on them. This is obviously a fan of her own. Laila really can't leave her fans in this kind of place, even if the other party doesn't even know that their favorite movie director just slipped past them.

It's a coincidence. If it weren't for them to repair the car outside and take off the jacket to prevent the rain from getting wet, Laila would not see the "saw" t-shirt inside. Because of the existence of the t-shirt, Laila couldn't harden her heart, and finally, let them hang the car behind her car and drive the two to the nearest motor hotel.

The younger of the two men was named Alan B. McElroy, a student at a certain university, and claimed to be looking for inspiration for writing scripts. The older one is named Rob Schmidt, and the reason he came for driving is to make a short film.

They didn't know each other at first, but it happened that they met in a fast food restaurant because they were wearing "saw" t-shirts, and finally embarked on a journey together because of the same interests.

"Laila, even though you saved us, you still have to remind you that it is dangerous to do so!" After thanking her for her help, Rob couldn't help but remind her.

Laila smiled: "If I think like that, you will still be in the rain."

"That's what I said." Rob probably also thought it was a little weird to say that and touched his nose awkwardly: "I still think it's better to pay attention to safety. After all, you are a girl." And very cute. He didn't feel embarrassed to say the latter sentence.

His companion Alan also nodded: "Yes, not everyone is as harmless as we are. Do you know how many terrible road cases have happened before?" He began to tell Barabara.

"Good." Laila interrupted him for more "case descriptions" speechlessly.

She wanted to tell them that she was not as incapable of protection as they thought. At this time, there was a GPS tracker on her. As long as she pressed a button, the police would rush to her in the shortest time. And she also carried a gun for a lady for self-defense. It was small and cute. Maybe it wasn't a big caliber, but it would kill people if it hit the target at close range.

Alan is very talkative. In his own words, he wants to be a screenwriter. How can he write the most terrible stories without even speaking?

Laila expressed strangeness to this. She doesn't understand the relationship between being talkative and writing scripts. At least she doesn't talk too much, but isn't the script still written?

"Have you seen this t-shirt?" Alan pulled his clothes and looked at the weird-looking doll on it with a look of yearning. "Saw is the best horror movie I have ever watched. I don't know how the director's brain grows. Whether it is Blaire witch or Saw, it can't be better."

The corners of Laila's mouth raised: "Is it so good?"

"Of course!" Alan yelled, sitting upright as if being poked to the point: "You don't know! I have watched the movie three times, and I must buy the CD when it gets out."

Rob nodded in the back: "Yes, it was a good movie, with great creativity and shooting techniques. It challenges the imagination."

"Right!" Alan laughed proudly: "I met Rob because we both wore this t-shirt, and then decided to complete this journey together!"

"Okay." Laila thought it was funny and smiled: "You are two strange and funny guys."

"Strange? No, no!" Alan shook his index finger twice: "You women always think of people who like to watch horror movies very strange, but it's not like that. Everyone needs horror movies to relieve stress. If you accumulate too much pressure, you will have psychological problems. If you have a psychological problem, bad things will happen, which will cause a lot of trouble and trauma to yourself and your family. But if you watch horror movies, those pressures can be dispelled by fear. A movie ticket is equivalent to hiring a psychiatrist for you. It's cheap and cost-effective, isn't it?"

It was the first time Laila heard such weird logic. Even she couldn't help being a little dumbfounded. She knew that the adrenaline rush caused by fear would make the human body feel happy, but she didn't expect it to become a tool to make the psychologist lose their job in Alan's mouth.

She glanced weirdly across Alan's face and realized that he was not joking. She sighed with emotion after a long while: "Your association is amazing." It's nothing to make others believe that you are nothing but even yourself. Considering his own words, he is an incredible guy.