26 Mr M

26 Mr M WOOF! WOOF! "Oh, I'm sorry, Doodle, I forgot to get you some food." Mrs M went back into the kitchen. Peanut picked up a small, gilt-framed photograph from the table. "Pardon me, Mrs M, but who's this standing next to you in the photo?" There was no reply. "Mrs M? The old lady came back into the room

26 M先生 汪！ 汪！ “噢，对不起，杜多，我忘记给你拿吃的了。” M夫人走回了厨房。 皮纳特从桌上拿起一张镶着金边的小照片。 “对不起打扰一下，M夫人，请问照片里站在你旁边的是谁呀？” 没有人回应。 “M夫人？ 老太太走回了房间

carrying a bowl of pastel dog biscuits, tears welling in her eyes. "That's my husband, Malcolm." She pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed her cheeks. Ah, yes. I was wondering if there was a Mr M," said Rockwell. "So where is he? Is he at work or is he... Oh." His face fell. "Is Malcolm...? I mean, did he...?" As far as I know, he's still alive." She sniffed. Although we haven't had any news for a while." "Well, if he's not dead, then where is he?" said Little-Bit, who was kneeling on the floor stroking Doodle as he ate. "He was taken. "Taken?" gasped Peanut. "Taken by who?" "By whom," said Rockwell. Peanut shot him daggers. A squadron of RAZERs came for him two months ago. On the orders of Mr White." "Whoa there, neddy! Let's back up a second, shall we?" said Rockwell, "RAZERs? Mr White? This is getting confusing. You're going to have to explain. Mrs M shook her head as she picked up the photograph of her husband. "Mr White is a tyrant who won't rest until he has completely destroyed every scrap of creativity and beauty in Chroma. And if he succeeds, it won't just affect us. Your world will completely lose its imaginative spark too. It's because of him that we had to build this bunker in the first place and

端着一碗淡彩色的狗饼干，眼眶里噙满了泪水。 “那是我的丈夫马尔科姆。” 她从袖子里掏出手帕，轻轻擦了擦脸颊。 啊，对了。 我之前就好奇这儿是不是有一位M先生，”洛克威尔说。 “那他现在在哪儿？ 他是在上班还是…… 哦。” 他的脸色沉了下来。 “马尔科姆他……？ 我是说，他是不是……？” “在我看来，他还活着。” 她吸了吸鼻子。 只不过我们已经好一阵子没有他的消息了。” “好吧，如果他没死，那他在哪儿呢？”正跪在地上抚摸吃饭的杜多的小比特问道。 “他被抓走了。 “抓走了？”皮纳特倒吸一口气。 “被谁抓走了？” “应该说‘被谁’才符合语法，”洛克威尔说。 皮纳特狠狠瞪了他一眼。 两个月前，一队雷泽士兵来抓走了他。 是怀特先生下的命令。” “哇哦，慢点儿！ 我们先从头捋一捋，行吗？”洛克威尔说，“雷泽？ 怀特先生？ 这越来越让人糊涂了。 你得给我们解释清楚。 M夫人摇了摇头，拿起丈夫的照片。 “怀特先生是个暴君，他不把克罗玛所有的创造力和美感全都毁掉绝不会善罢甘休。 要是他得逞了，受影响的不只是我们。 你们的世界也会彻底失去想象力的火花。 正因为他，我们才一开始就修了这个地堡，并且

stay hidden away. Out of sight." Mrs M's voice was trembling. "He is the reason that we had to set up the Resistance. "The Resistance?" "Yes. A top secret organisation of people who aren't prepared to let Mr White get away with his terrible plan. We have members all across Chroma, secretly risking their freedom, risking their lives to stop him. But it's not easy. Malcolm is the leader of the Resistance and he was captured and imprisoned two months ago. White has the ability to track and monitor every single citizen of Chroma, which makes it almost impossible for anyone to get in and out of his stronghold to rescue Malcolm. "I don't understand," said Little-Bit. "Who is this Mr White anyway? Why is he in charge? Is he your teacher or something?" "No, little one. Mr White is the Mayor of Chroma.

一直藏在这里。 不被人发现。” M夫人的声音在发抖。 “就是因为他，我们才建立了抵抗组织。 “抵抗组织？” “没错。 这是一个顶级秘密组织，所有人都不愿放任怀特先生实施他的邪恶计划。 我们的成员遍布克罗玛，大家都暗中冒着失去自由、付出生命的风险阻止他。 但这太难了。 马尔科姆是抵抗组织的领袖，两个月前他被抓住囚禁起来了。 怀特能追踪监控克罗玛的每一个公民，所以几乎没人能进出他的堡垒救出马尔科姆。 “我没听懂，”小比特说。 “这个怀特先生到底是谁？ 为什么是他说了算？ 他是你们的老师还是什么吗？” “不是的，小家伙。 怀特先生是克罗玛的市长。”