61 Alan

Part Four in which Peanut finds herself in a spot of bother (well, several spots of bother, actually)

第四部分 花生妹遇上了麻烦（其实呀，是一箩筐麻烦呢）

61 Alan Peanut opened her eyes to find herself in almost total darkness and lying on something cold and hard. She sat up. It was impossible to see anything, but she could hear breathing. Someone was in the room with her. "Rockwell? LB? Doodle?" "They're not here, I'm afraid," said a deep, gravelly voice. Then it all came back to her. When they had opened the door to Mr Markmaker's cell, they had found him standing next to a very tall, very muscular man whose pale face was spattered with orange freckles that matched his hair. Upon seeing them, he had pulled on a mask to cover his nose and mouth, and sprayed them with

61 艾伦·花生妹睁开眼睛，发现自己躺在又冷又硬的地方，四周几乎全黑。 她坐起身来。 她什么都看不见，却能听到呼吸声。 有别人和她同处这个房间。 “罗克韦尔？LB？杜德尔？” “恐怕他们不在这儿哦，”一个低沉沙哑的声音说道。 接着，所有往事都涌回了她的脑海。 他们打开马克梅克先生囚室的门时，看见他站在一个男人身旁。那男人个子很高，肌肉发达，苍白的脸上布满橙色雀斑，颜色和他的头发一模一样。 一看见他们，他就拉下面罩遮住口鼻，朝他们喷了

something. The next thing she knew was when she woke up in darkness. "Who are you?" she said. "You don't need to know my name," he replied. "You just need to answer my questions." "Where am I? Where are the others?" "You and your friends are safe. For now." Are you Mr White?" "No. But I am the next best thing. I am his most trusted lieutenant." Peanut could hear the pride in his voice. Are you the big ginger bloke who was in Mr M's cell?" "My hair is auburn, actually. But... yes." And your name is...?"

某种东西。 再之后，她就失去了意识，直到在黑暗中醒来。 “你是谁？” 她问道。 “你不需要知道我的名字，”他回答。 “你只要回答我的问题就好。” “我在哪里？ 其他人在哪儿？” “你和你的朋友们都很安全。 至少现在是。” 你是怀特先生吗？” “不是。 但我仅次于他， 是他最信任的副手。” 花生妹能听出他语气里的骄傲。 你就是那个在M先生囚室里的大块头红毛吗？” “其实我的头发是赤褐色的。 不过…没错，是我。” 那你的名字是…？”

"Why are you so interested in my name?" There was a slight note of irritation in the man's voice now. "Why won't you tell me what it is? Are you embarrassed by it?" said Peanut. "Is it Bumface or something?" "No! It's... it's... well, it's Alan, if you must know." She heard him stand up. "Anyway, I'm the one asking the questions here!" "Well, technically, I'm actually the one asking questions." "Well, you shouldn't be!" "Why not?" replied Peanut. "That's another question!" "Is it?" "STOP!" Peanut heard Alan sit back down. "Miss Jones," he said. "How did you come to be in Chroma?" "Ah, that'd be telling." "We have seized your contraband drawing materials. There's no way you could have brought them through any of the known portals without us being aware of it. So you must have arrived via another avenue. Peanut's hand involuntarily went to her right hip. Just before they had left the facilities room in their RAZER costumes, she had painted a small pocket into her dungarees and hidden Little Tail inside. The pencil was the one thing she couldn't afford to lose. Not if she ever wanted to get back home.

“你为什么对我的名字这么感兴趣？” 此刻这个男人的声音里带上了一丝恼怒。 “你为什么不肯告诉我你的名字？ 你是觉得它很难为情吗？”花生妹说。 “该不会叫屁股脸之类的名字吧？” “才不是！ 我的名字是… 是… 唉，你一定要知道的话，我叫艾伦。” 她听见他站了起来。 “反正，该提问的人是我！” “唔，严格说起来，一直在提问的人是我呀。” “哼，你不该这样！” “为什么不行？”花生妹答道。 “这又是一个问题！” “是吗？” “住口！” 花生妹听见艾伦坐回了椅子上。 “琼斯小姐，”他说。 “你是怎么来到克罗玛的？” “啊，这可是秘密，不能说。” “我们已经没收了你违规携带的画具。 你们要是从已知传送门进来，我们肯定会察觉，不可能把这些东西带进来。 所以你一定是从其他渠道进来的。 花生妹的手不由自主地摸向右髋。 就在她们穿上剃刀组织制服准备离开装备室前，她在工装裤上画了个小口袋，把“小尾巴”藏在了里面。 这支铅笔是她绝对不能弄丢的东西。 要是她还想回家，就更不能丢。

Click. Suddenly, the room was flooded with bright white light. Peanut covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes tightly. A few seconds later she opened them to find Alan's face just centimetres from hers. "Is there anything else that you are withholding from us... little girl?" he growled, coating the last two words with a particularly potent venom. "No, Alan!" she replied, trying to sound equally as poisonous. Alan stepped back and fiddled with the headset he was wearing. Peanut seized the opportunity to have a quick look around the room. It was tiny— about three metres by two metres. She was sitting on a concrete bench at one end. Above her head was a small barred window, open to the elements, through which she could see bright, twinkling stars against a dark purple sky. At the opposite end of the cell was a chair, behind which was a heavily secured door. Directly above that was a small TV screen. The rest of the room was entirely devoid of decoration, except for some huge black type printed on the right-hand wall that read "F99-C42'. Floor ninety-nine, cell forty-two, thought Peanut. Suddenly, the screen came to life in a burst of brilliant white before fading out to reveal a silhouette of a man's head

咔哒。 突然，整间屋子被明亮的白光填满。 花生妹赶紧用手捂住脸，紧紧闭上眼睛。 几秒钟后她睁开眼，发现艾伦的脸离她只有几厘米远。 “你还有什么事情瞒着我们… 小姑娘？” 他低吼着，最后两个字满是恶意。 “没有了，艾伦！” 她答道，努力让自己的语气也同样充满敌意。 艾伦往后退了一步，摆弄了一下他戴的耳机。 花生妹抓紧机会快速打量了一遍房间。 房间很小，大概只有三米长两米宽。 她坐在房间一头的水泥长椅上。 她头顶有一扇装了栏杆的小窗，敞开着通风，透过窗户能看到深紫色夜空中挂着明亮闪烁的星星。 囚室另一头放着一把椅子，椅子后是一扇锁得严严实实的门。 门的正上方有一块小小的电视屏幕。 房间其余地方完全没有装饰，只有右墙印着巨大的黑色字样：“F99-C42”。 九十九层，四十二号囚室，花生妹心想。 突然，屏幕亮了，先爆出一阵耀眼的白光，接着暗下去，显出一个男人头部的轮廓。