Chapter 8

Chapter Eight Evie Snark lives across town, in Wakefield's historic district—near the shore and the old port. And we're stuck hoofing it. The combination of Rover's sensitive footsies and out-of-commission Big Mama means we're getting some serious cardio... "Look," June says. Ahead of us is a steep, winding brick road lined with ancient-looking houses. Quint consults his map. "We're close." It's only another ten minutes of hiking before we've found the Villainess's home...

伊薇·斯纳克住在小镇的另一边，在韦克菲尔德的历史街区——靠近海岸和老港口。 我们被困住了。 罗孚灵敏的脚和不正常的大妈妈的结合意味着我们要做一些严肃的有氧运动…… “看，”琼说。我们前面是一条陡峭蜿蜒的砖路，两旁是古色古香的房屋。 昆特查看了他的地图。“我们接近。” 再走十分钟，我们就找到了恶妇的家。

So this house looks normal, right? Definitely doesn't belong to some sort of super-bad dude. Totally Not creepy. In the least. The numbers on Evie Snark's mailbox hang crooked from rusty screws. The house is gray and the paint is chipped. The curtains have turned yellow. Bits of tall, never-mowed grass poke through the high snow. I don't recognize this house —but I recognize the general idea.... See, every town I've ever lived in has one house like this; a house that looks like it's celebrating Halloween year-round. Maybe every town everywhere has this house. That house that when

所以这房子看起来很正常，对吧？ 绝对不属于某个超级坏家伙。 完全不吓人。至少是这样。 伊维·斯纳克信箱上的号码歪歪扭扭地挂在生锈的螺丝上。 房子是灰色的，油漆已经脱落。 窗帘变黄了。 一片片从未割过的小草从厚厚的积雪中伸出来。 我不认识这个房子，但我认识它的大意.... 你看，我住过的每个城镇都有一座这样的房子；这栋房子看起来像是全年都在庆祝万圣节。 也许每个城镇都有这样的房子。 那座房子

you're walking the dog, you cross the street so you don't get infected by the heebie-jeebies. I know it's just a trick in my brain—but I can almost smell the Louisville Slicer inside the house. The mix of baseball diamond wood and splattered monster guts and palm sweat. It's here, in Evie Snark's house. Evie Snark: the Villainess who speaks the language of .e...c.. Dirk finds a weak spot in the fence. He grabs it, gloves wrapping tight around the metal, and bends one bar. We squeeze through, then carefully creep up the hill. We are basically masters of stealth. Until— KRAK! The ice at my feet is splitting. My snow sneaker plunges through, and an instant later, we're all up to our waists in absolute freezing-ness.

你在遛狗，过马路，这样你就不会被神经过敏感染。 我知道这只是我脑子里的一个把戏——但我几乎能闻到屋子里的路易斯维尔切片机的味道。 混合了棒球用的钻石木，溅出的怪物内脏和棕榈汗。 就在这里，在伊维·斯纳克的家里。 艾薇·斯纳克：会说……语言的大反派…… 德克发现了栅栏的一个弱点。 他抓住它，手套紧紧地包裹着金属，弯曲了一根。 我们挤过去，然后小心翼翼地爬上山。 我们基本上是隐身大师。 直到——KRAK !我脚下的冰裂开了。 我的雪地运动鞋穿了进去，不一会儿，我们就都被冻到了腰上。

Oh, dear. The villains who speaks the language of rezac has a private pond. I'm tough, but not tougher than frostbite. I can't take these cruddy clothes anymore cold? Too cold? "What do you want to do? Go back?!" I exclaim, as I pull myself out of the cold water, then point to the house. "We're close!" "Close to freezing!" June says. Quint quickly replies, "June, you might be cold, but your body temperature is far from the ninety

哦,亲爱的。说瑞扎克语的恶棍们有一个私人池塘。 我很坚强，但不比冻伤还坚强。 我再也受不了这些脏衣服了。 太冷?“你想做什么？” 回去? !”我叫了一声，把自己从冷水里捞了出来，然后指着房子。 “我们近了!”“快结冰了！”6月说。 昆特很快回答说：“琼，你可能很冷，但你的体温远没有90度

five degrees that indicates freezing and hypothermia." June's lip curls. "Quint. We're friends. But I will bury you in a pile of snow." "We'll get dry inside," I say. I spot a window that is a few inches open. The dingy yellow curtains flap in the arctic breeze. I listen carefully. I'm hoping my Spidey-sense will kick in and tell me whether anyone's home. It does not. Sadly, loving Spider-Man does not actually give you Spidey-sense. I must breach this creepy fortress... The window's small—but I've fit through tighter spots while playing flashlight tag. I know I should be cautious, but now that we're close—I WANT MY BLADE.

5度意味着冰冻和体温过低。” 琼的嘴唇卷了起来。“五胞胎。我们的朋友。 但我会把你埋在一堆雪里。” “我们里面会变干的，”我说。 我看到一扇开了几英寸的窗户。 昏暗的黄色窗帘在北极的微风中飘动。 我仔细地听着。我希望我的蜘蛛侠感觉能发挥作用，告诉我是否有人在家。 但事实并非如此。可悲的是，喜欢蜘蛛侠并不能让你真正拥有蜘蛛侠的感觉。 我必须攻破这个令人毛骨悚然的堡垒…… 窗户很小，但在玩手电筒捉迷藏游戏时，我能穿过更狭小的地方。 我知道我应该小心，但现在我们快到了——我要我的剑。

She could be in there. Whatever whatever. Whatever. THE LOUISVILLE SLICER. "Dirk, boost me!" I whisper. In a flash, my sneaker is in his hand, and I'm up into the window. I get halfway through—then I'm totally jam-stuck. "I've been waiting so long to kick your rear end," June says. I can almost hear her grinning. WOMP! June's boot meets my butt and I'm propelled through the window. Loud enough to alert anyone who's home. Slowly, I stand.

她可能在里面。无论什么。 无论什么。路易斯维尔切片机。 “德克，推我一把！”我低语。 刹那间，我的球鞋在他手里，我爬上了窗户。 我读到一半就完全卡住了。 “我已经等了这么久，想踢你的屁股，”琼说。 我几乎能听到她在咧嘴笑。 白色闪光!琼的靴子碰到了我的屁股，我被推出了窗户。 声音大到足以惊动家里的人。 慢慢地，我站起来。