特工6和7：失踪奖杯案 👦🏼👧🏼 ⛱️ 夏日短篇故事 ⛱️

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克雷格和凯特正在放暑假。

Craig and Kat are having summer vacation.

天气很热，算是目前为止最热的一天，克雷格坐在妈妈的办公室里吹空调，直到妈妈被他问得受不了。

The weather is hot, one of the hottest days so far, and Craig is sitting in his mother's office enjoying the air conditioning until she gets tired of his questions.

后来克雷格去了凯特家，想着俩人能干点啥。

Craig then goes to Kat's house and tries to think of something they can do.

他们坐在凯特房间的风扇下，直到克雷格发现凯特的奖杯不见了。

They sit in Kat's room under the fan until Craig sees that Kat's trophy is missing.

六号和七号特工，奖杯失踪案。

Agents six and seven, the case of the missing trophy.

外面热得不行。

It was very hot outside.

Craig 听人说这是有记录以来最热的一天，说不定还真是。

Craig had heard someone call it the hottest day on record, which could be true.

他前天和昨天都待在妈妈办公室的空调底下。

He'd spent yesterday and the day before sitting underneath the air conditioner in his mom's home office.

她不愿意把全屋的空调都打开，Craig 觉得这大概是因为自己把门敞着。

She didn't want to turn them all on throughout the house, which Craig thought was probably his fault for leaving the door open.

他爸爸冬天总说，别把暖气浪费在室外。

His dad always said something in winter about not wanting to heat the outside.

Craig 就在想，这道理反过来是不是也成立。

Craig wondered if the same thing worked backwards.

要是大家都开着空调、门又全敞着，热浪会不会自己消了？

If everyone had their AC on and opened their doors at the same time, would it make the heat wave go away?

他把这念头先记下了，以后再说。

He filed that away for later.

早餐后，克雷格去了卡特家，主要是没什么别的事可做。

Craig had walked over to Kat's house after breakfast, mostly because there was nothing else to do.

再者，他妈妈也不喜欢他坐在办公室里问个没完。

Also because his mom didn't appreciate his constant questions when he sat in her office.

这就是夏天的状况。

That was the thing about summer.

六月听着挺美，到了七月，你就只能坐在朋友房间里盯着吊扇发呆。

It sounded great in June, and then by July, you were just sitting in your friend's room staring at the ceiling fan.

卡特家的吊扇根本没啥用。

Kat's ceiling fan didn't do much.

只是把热空气在屋里转来转去。

It just moved the hot air around in a circle.

我们该做点什么，克雷格说。

We should do something, Craig said.

做什么？

Like what?

我也不知道，随便什么都行。

I don't know, something.

你这周本该去露营的，Kat说。

You should have gone to camp this week, Kat said.

那儿估计没这么热。

It's probably not hot there.

那个营地太吓人了。

That camp is scary.

上次那儿的蜘蛛大得像狗，而且热狗上居然没芥末酱。

Last time, there were spiders as big as dogs, and they didn't have mustard for the hot dogs.

现在我明白你为啥不去啦。

Now I understand why you didn't go.

芥末酱是必备的。

Mustard is a requirement.

Kat躺在床上，一只胳膊盖在脸上。

Kat was lying on her bed with one arm over her face.

总会有点什么事发生的，她说。

Something will come up, she said.

总是会的。

Something always does.

克雷格环顾了一下她的房间。

Craig looked around her room.

墙上贴着摔跤海报，书架，桌上放着台灯和笔筒，角落里有个小塑料奖杯，他又看了一眼那个角落。

Wrestling poster, bookshelf, desk with a lamp and a pencil holder, and a small plastic trophy in the corner, and He looked at the corner again.

凯特，怎么了？

Kat, what?

你的奖杯呢？

Where's your trophy?

凯特坐了起来，看了看桌子。

Kat sat up and looked at the desk.

然后她站起来，到桌子底下找了一圈。

Then she got up and checked under it.

然后她依次检查了桌面上方的架子、窗台，还有铅笔盒后面，就像找一件明明应该就在显眼地方的东西那样。

Then she checked the shelf above it and the windowsill and behind the pencil holder, in that order, the way you check for something you're pretty sure is somewhere obvious.

可哪儿都不在显眼的地方。

It wasn't anywhere obvious.

她说道。

She said.

克雷格等着。

Craig waited.

只要觉得有什么有趣的事要发生，他就有耐心等。

He was good at waiting when he thought something interesting was about to happen.

好吧，凯特终于开口了。

Okay, Kat said finally.

这真奇怪。

That's weird.

克雷格已经把笔记本拿出来了。

Craig already had his notebook out.

这原本是他爸爸的。

It used to be his dad's.

他爸爸写东西是为了不忘记。

His dad wrote things down so he wouldn't forget them.

Craig 一直忘了自己口袋里有这本，直到需要用到的时候，他觉得这跟那套方法差不多。

Craig mostly forgot he had it in his pocket until he needed it, which he thought was basically the same system.

嫌疑人，他说。

Suspects, he said.

马可，你爸，饼干。

Marco, your dad, biscuit.

这是一枚奖杯，Craig，不是钻石。

It's a trophy, Craig, not a diamond.

一个好侦探对待每个案子都一视同仁。

A good detective treats every case the same.

他说这话的样子，像是从哪儿读来的。

He said this like he'd read it somewhere.

我们先从马可开始。

We start with Marco.

马可当时在客厅里看一台声音很大的电视。

Marco was in the living room watching something loud on TV.

他七岁，克雷格觉得这很重要。

He was seven, which Craig considered relevant.

七岁的孩子什么都会碰。

Seven year olds touched everything.

你拿走凯特的奖杯了吗？

Did you take Kat's trophy?

克雷格问。

Craig asked.

没有，”马可头也不回地答道。

No, Marco said without looking away from the screen.

你回答得也太快了吧。

You answered pretty fast.

因为我没拿。

Because I didn't take it.

你手上沾了巧克力。

You've got chocolate on your hands.

马可低头看了看自己的手。

Marco looked at his hands.

那又怎样？

So?

克雷格在本子上记了点什么。

Craig wrote something down.

别老记东西了，凯特说。

Stop writing things down, Kat said.

克雷格又记了点别的。

Craig wrote something else down.

马可又回去看他的节目了。

Marco had gone back to his show.

他看起来一点都不着急，这可能说明他没做，也可能说明他太会装了。

He didn't seem worried, which could mean he was innocent or could mean he was good at this.

克雷格还拿不准。

Craig wasn't sure yet.

他又把这句话记了下来。

He wrote that down too.

凯特一把拽住他的胳膊，把他拉回了走廊。

Kat pulled him back into the hallway by the elbow.

他没拿，她说。

He didn't take it, she said.

你不能确定这一点。

You don't know that.

他是我哥哥。

He's my brother.

我知道。

I know.

克雷格看了看手里的清单，又看了看马可，然后又低头看回清单。

Craig looked at his list, then at Marco, then back at his list.

他还没划掉任何条目，但把笔帽盖上了——这说明他暂时不想再跟马可纠缠了。

He didn't cross anything out yet, but he capped his pen, which meant he was done with Marco for now.

他们回到卡特的房间，开始琢磨这事。

They went back to Kat's room to think.

克雷格蹲下来，盯着以前放奖杯的那个架子。

Craig crouched down and looked at the shelf where the trophy had been.

架子边缘有一道小小的刮痕，像是从下面被什么东西撞过。

There was a small scuff mark along the edge, like something had bumped it from below.

有东西撞到架子上了，他说。

Something hit the shelf, he said.

卡特凑过去看了看。

Kat looked.

比斯科特有时候就会这样。

Biscuit does that sometimes.

他追球的时候在走廊里跑，总会撞到东西。

When he's chasing his ball down the hallway, he kind of bounces off things.

克雷格拔开笔帽，把这话记了下来。

Craig uncapped his pen and wrote it down.

你不用把我每句话都记下来。

You don't have to write down everything I say.

你可能说中了什么关键点。

You might be right about something.

卡特看了他一眼，但他正忙着写字，没看见。

Kat gave him a look that he didn't see because he was still writing.

他们决定分头行动，这是克雷格的主意。

They decided to split up, which was Craig's idea.

他走走廊。

He took the hallway.

卡特走楼梯。

Kat took the stairs.

对克雷格来说，这事儿显得特别专业，可对凯特来说却有点荒唐，但她还是配合了。

This felt very professional to Craig and slightly ridiculous to Kat, but she went along with it.

他在走廊里翻了个遍，连个线索都没找到。

He found nothing in the hallway, not one single clue.

凯特在第三级台阶上发现了比斯奎特的一只咬玩具——一个紫色的橡胶骨头，平时他都放在后门边的床上。

Kat found one of Biscuit's chew toys on the third stair, a purple rubber bone he usually kept in his bed by the back door.

这东西今天早上还没在这儿呢，她朝下喊道。

That wasn't there this morning, she called down.

克雷格迅速转过拐角。

Craig came around the corner fast.

哪儿？

Where?

第三级台阶。

Third stair.

他盯着那东西看了好一会儿。

He looked at it for a long moment.

接着他写了一些东西，还画了两道下划线。

Then he wrote something down and underlined it twice.

是我找到的，凯特说。

I found that, Kat said.

是我们找到的。

We found it.

是我找到的，然后你把它记下来了。

I found it, and you wrote it down.

这就是团队合作的方式，克雷格说着，已经朝客厅走去。

That's how a team works, Craig said, already heading toward the living room.

走吧，我知道比斯库特在哪儿。

Come on, I know where Biscuit is.

凯特跟了上去。

Kat followed him.

她其实心里也有数，但还是让他先说。

She was pretty sure she knew too, but she let him have it.

客厅里很安静，只有头顶的吊扇在转，还有马可，他躺在沙发上睡着了，电视还开着。

The living room was quiet except for a ceiling fan and Marco, who had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV still going.

没人去关掉电视。

Nobody had turned it off.

比斯奎特完全不见踪影，这已经说明了一切。

Biscuit was nowhere in sight, which told them everything they needed to know.

克雷格趴在地上，往沙发底下张望。

Craig got down on his stomach and looked under the couch.

比斯奎特就在底下，眼睛睁着，装出一副什么都没干过的无辜样子。

Biscuit was in there, eyes open, doing his best impression of a dog who hadn't done anything wrong.

它旁边堆着一小堆东西，就像狗在没人注意时偷偷攒起来的那样。

Right beside him was a small pile of things, the way a dog builds a small pile of things when nobody is watching.

三只袜子、一个电视遥控器、一支蓝色蜡笔，还有一个小塑料奖杯。

Three socks, a TV remote, a blue crayon, and one small plastic trophy.

没被咬坏，只是被搬了地方。

Not chewed, just relocated.

他根本没咬，”克雷格说。

He didn't even chew it, Craig said.

他蹲在卡特旁边，往里看。

He was crouched beside Kat looking in.

卡特说，他从不咬拿走的东西，只是搬来搬去。

He never chews the things he takes, Kat says, just moves them.

他为什么这么做？

Why does he do that?

卡特耸了耸肩。

Kat shrugged.

我觉得他就是喜欢收集东西。

I think he just likes having stuff.

卡特伸手进去，把那个奖杯拿了出来。

Kat reached under and pulled the trophy out.

她看了几秒，用衬衫擦掉灰尘，然后直接放进口袋，没当回事。

She looked at it for a second, wiped the dust off with her shirt, then put it in her pocket instead of making a big thing of it.

克雷格把马可的名字从名单上划掉了。

Craig crossed Marco's name off the list.

接着他又划掉了他们爸爸的名字。

Then he crossed off their dad.

然后他看向饼干，它还是一动没动。

Then he looked at Biscuit, who had not moved.

你从头就知道是他，克雷格说。

You knew it was him the whole time, Craig said.

卡特没有立刻回答。

Kat didn't answer right away.

我早就有这种感觉了。

I had a feeling.

你一开始就说出来不就好了。

You could have just said that at the beginning.

你明明有个名单，克雷格。

You had a list, Craig.

我不想破坏那份名单。

I didn't want to ruin the list.

克雷格看了看他的笔记本。

Craig looked at his notebook.

上面画了很多叉掉的名字。

There were a lot of crossed out things on it.

他还是把本子折好，放进了口袋。

He folded it up and put it in his pocket anyway.

比斯奎特从沙发底下爬出来，摇了两次尾巴，然后慢悠悠地朝厨房走去，一点都没在意。

Biscuit crawled out from under the couch, wagged twice, and wandered off toward the kitchen, completely unbothered.

他们回到了凯特的房间。

They went back to Kat's room.

凯特把奖杯放回书桌角落，站在那儿盯着它看了几秒。

Kat put the trophy back on the corner of the desk and stood there looking at it for a second.

接着她坐在地板上，背靠着床——那是她思考时最喜欢的地方。

Then she sat down on the floor with her back against the bed, which was her thinking spot.

克雷格坐进了豆袋椅里。

Craig sat in the beanbag chair.

他一坐下去，椅子就发出声响。

It made a noise when he sat in it.

这椅子每次都会这样响。

It always made that noise.

第二个案子结了，卡特说。

Second case closed, Kat said.

克雷格缓缓地点了点头。

Craig nodded slowly.

六号和七号特工。

Agents six and seven.

六号和七号特工，她附和道。

Agents six and seven, she agreed.

克雷格把清单展开，又看了一遍。

Craig unfolded his list and looked at it one more time.

好多名字都被划掉了。

A lot of crossed out names.

有一个词‘Biscuit’被圈了起来，还画了两道下划线和一个问号，但他不记得自己画过。

One circle around the word Biscuit with two underlines and a question mark he didn't remember drawing.

这肯定是那只狗，他说。

It was definitely the dog, he said.

这肯定是那只狗，Kat同意道。

It was definitely the dog, Kat agreed.

Biscuit慢悠悠地走进来，踩了Craig一脚，然后直接趴在地上，好像这事全是他自己解决的一样。

Biscuit wandered in, stepped on Craig's foot, and lay down in the middle of the floor like he'd solved the whole thing himself.

他总是这样吗？

Does he always do that?

Craig问。

Craig asked.

差不多吧，Kat说。

Pretty much, Kat said.

克雷格又看了一眼笔记本，然后把它扔到了豆袋椅上。

Craig looked at his notebook one more time, then dropped it on the beanbag chair.

有些案子，他想，就是这样的。

Some cases, he figured, were like that.

这就是我们故事的结尾。

And that is the end of our story.

晚安。

Good night.

睡个好觉。

Sleep tight.