10 The Church of Santa Maria delle Grazie

10 The Church of Santa Maria delle Grazie They emerged into an empty rectangular room with high, vaulted ceilings that, to Peanut's eye, resembled bat wings. The pale walls were featureless, except for a small door on the left towards the far end and several high windows on the right. "So, are we in Milan?" asked Leo. "No idea," said Rockwell. "But we are in a church of some sort. It could be Catholic, I guess, which might suggest we're in Italy." "Yeah. And I can hear motorbikes zooming past outside.

10 圣玛利亚感恩教堂 他们来到一间空荡的长方形房间，有着高高的拱形天花板，在小花生看来，天花板就像蝙蝠的翅膀。 墙面素净无装饰，只在尽头左侧有一扇小门，右侧开了几扇高窗。 “那么，我们现在在米兰吗？”里奥问。 “不知道，”洛克威尔说。 “但我们肯定是在某座教堂里。 我猜这可能是天主教堂，这么说来我们应该在意大利。” “没错。 而且我能听到外面有摩托车呼啸而过。

Italian people love riding around on scooters, don't they?" said Little-Bit. "Oh, we're definitely in Milan," said Peanut, who was facing in the opposite direction to the others, staring up at the wall directly behind them. "Look." Rockwell, Little-Bit and Leoturned around. The door they had just walked through was in the centre of another much wider wooden door. Immediately above that, and stretching across the full width of the room, was a painting.

意大利人都爱骑小摩托兜风，对不对？”小不点说。 “哦，那我们肯定是在米兰了，”小花生说，她正背对着其他人，抬头盯着众人身后那面墙。 “看。” 洛克威尔、小不点和里奥转过身来。 他们刚才走进来的那扇门，嵌在一扇宽得多的木门正中央。 就在那扇门的正上方，一幅画铺展开来，占满了整个房间的宽度。

It featured a long table covered in a white cloth strewn with several items of food. Behind the table was a crowd of people, all men, who looked like they were arguing. One figure, right in the centre of the picture, sat slightly apart from the others and was looking down serenely at his open left hand. "We must be inside the church of Santa Maria delle Grazie, said Peanut. "That painting is The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci."

画里有一张长桌，铺着白桌布，桌上摆着好几样食物。 长桌后面站着一群人，全都是男人，看起来像是在争吵。 画面正中央有一个人，坐得和其他人稍稍分开，正平静地低头看着自己张开的左手。 “我们肯定是在圣玛利亚感恩教堂里了，”小花生说。 “这幅画就是列奥纳多·达·芬奇的《最后的晚餐》。”

"Whoa!" said Rockwell. "Even I've heard of that one." "Incredible mastery of perspective," said Little-Bit thoughtfully as she gazed up at the fresco. "Look how he matches the lines in the background of the painting to those of the church itself. It makes this whole room seem bigger. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" said Leo, which prompted his youngest sister to embark on a long and detailed explanation of something called trompe l'oeil, or "trick of the eye'. While Leo and Little-Bit discussed quadrature and matte painting, Rockwell walked over to Peanut, who had headed back to the illustrated door they'd come through. She grabbed the handle and held it until the drawing began to crumble away, leaving a fine, silvery-grey powder on the floor. "Why did you do that?" asked Rockwell. "I don't want to give White the opportunity to get back to Chroma until we're ready to take

“哇哦！”洛克威尔说。 “连我都听说过这幅画。” “透视的运用太精妙了，”小不点仰望这幅湿壁画，若有所思地说。 “你看他把画背景的线条，和教堂本身的线条契合得多么巧妙。 这让整个房间看起来都更宽敞了。 “我没听懂。 你是什么意思？”里奥问，这话引得他最小的妹妹开始滔滔不绝，详细讲解一种叫做错视画的技法，也就是“视觉陷阱”。 里奥和小不点讨论求积法与遮罩绘景时，洛克威尔走向小花生，她已经回到了他们进来的那扇画出来的门边。 她握住门把手，一直握着直到整扇画门碎裂，地板上落下一层细细的银灰色粉末。 “你为什么要这么做？”洛克威尔问。 我不想给怀特机会，让他提前回到克罗玛，得等我们准备好亲自带

him there ourselves. The fewer chances he has to escape, the better," she replied. "Ah, I see," he said. Then he paused, bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath. "Peanut, can I ask you a question?" he said, quietly. "Sure," she replied, wiping the dusty pencil remnants from her hands. "What do you think of 67?" "What do I think of 67?" She frowned. "Erm, well, I'm really grateful to them for helping my dad to escape from the Spire. That's about it really. Why? What do you think of them?" "Well, er, obviously it's great that they helped set your dad free and everything, but I can't help but think that there's something a bit funny about them." "Funny?" said Peanut. "What do you mean?" "Well, they just seem kind of... untrustworthy," he replied. "Untrustworthy?" Peanut's frown deepened. "Rockwell, is this because they called you out that one time? I understand how that would annoy you, but

他去那里。 越少给他逃跑的机会越好，”她回答。 “哦，我明白了，”他说。 接着他顿了顿，咬住下嘴唇，深吸了一口气。 “小花生，我能问你一个问题吗？”他轻声说。 “当然可以，”她回答，擦干净手上沾的铅笔灰屑。 “你觉得67怎么样？” “我觉得67怎么样？” 她皱起了眉头。 “呃，好吧，我真的很感谢他们帮我爸爸逃出了尖塔。 也就仅此而已了。 为什么这么问？ 你觉得他们怎么样？” “嗯，呃，他们帮你爸爸逃出来当然很棒，但我总忍不住觉得67有点怪怪的。” “怪怪的？”小花生说。 “你是什么意思？” “嗯，我就是觉得他们有点……不可靠，”他回答。 “不可靠？” 小花生的眉头皱得更紧了。 “洛克威尔，你这么说，是因为上次他们驳了你的面子吗？ 我知道那会让你很不高兴，但

"NO!" He cut her off. "Well, yes. But it's not just that. A few times I've noticed... well, let's just say that something feels slightly off with 67." "Rockwell, I'm going to stop you right there," said Peanut abruptly, holding her hand out like a stop sign. "This robot saved my dad. End of story. They put everything at risk by betraying Mr White and the other RAZERs. In fact, I'd say that if anything feels slightly off, it's the fact that you can't cope with someone— or something being smarter than you are. I think you need to get over this right now." "Hang on a second, I—" He didn't get to finish his sentence because at that very moment the door at the far end of the room opened with a loud bang. All four children turned to face it just as the first of three very familiar figures walked confidently into the church.

“才不是！” 他打断了她的话。 “好吧，确实。 但不只是因为这个。 有好几次我都发现…… 呃，我只能说67就是让我感觉有点不对劲儿。” “洛克威尔，我先打住不说了，”小花生突然开口，伸手比出了一个停止的手势。 “这个机器人救了我爸爸。 没什么好说的了。 他们背叛了怀特先生和其他雷泽成员，赌上一切帮了我们。 事实上，要我说真有什么不对劲儿，那就是你接受不了别人——不管是人还是什么东西，比你聪明罢了。 我觉得你现在就得把这事儿翻篇。” “等一下，我——”他话还没说完，就在这时，房间尽头的门砰的一声被打开了。 四个孩子齐齐转身看去，三个十分眼熟的身影中，第一个正昂首阔步走进教堂。