追逐的律动 The Thrill of the Chase

日之门关闭以后，钟声已经过了三响，但皮尔特沃夫依然熙熙攘攘——给她造成了不小的麻烦。凯特琳沿着发条步行街急速奔跑，在午夜狂欢的人群之中疯狂穿梭，无暇欣赏街边装潢时髦的咖啡店和小酒馆。晚餐会所纷纷打烊，附近画匠游乐场里的戏院也正是散场的时刻，所以很快这条街就会非常拥挤。如果他们无法在几分钟内抓住德瓦基，就相当于已经让他溜了。

Even three bells after the Sun Gate had closed, Piltover was still full of life - life that was currently getting in her way. Caitlyn sprinted down Mainspring Crescent, weaving a path between midnight revelers strolling down the fashionable promenade of cafes and bistros. The supper clubs were emptying, as were the nearby theaters inside the Drawsmith Arcade, so this street was going to get a whole lot busier. If they didn’t catch up to Devaki soon, they were going to lose him.

“看到他了吗？”穆汉在后面大叫。

“Do you see him?” shouted Mohan from behind.

“如果我看到了，他脑袋就已经开洞了。”

“If I could see him, I’d already be drawing a bead on him!”

凯特琳肩上背着她的海克斯科技步枪，子弹已经上膛，随时可以开火，但她需要首先找到目标，手头这个德瓦基简直比泥鳅还滑。他已经劫了三个家族的工坊（目前发现的是三个），前后时间不到五周。凯特琳怀疑他与另外两起案件也有关。她的直觉告诉她这背后一定有什么更大的阴谋，所以她和穆汉一直都在盯着默里奇家族的工坊，果不其然，德瓦基现身了。不过他们发现他的时候距离很远，当时城市照明工人正在点亮街上的路灯，凯特琳透过街对面咖啡店的玻璃中的倒影认出了德瓦基。在目光接触的瞬间，德瓦基也认出了凯特琳，随后开始像受惊的码头耗子一样拔腿就跑。

The hextech rifle slung over Caitlyn’s shoulder was loaded and ready to shoot, but she needed a target, and Devaki was more nimble than a spooked doe. He’d robbed three clan workshops (that they knew of) in the last five weeks, and Caitlyn had him pegged for two others. Working a hunch that something big was in the works, she and Mohan had been keeping watch on one of House Morichi’s workshops, and sure enough, Devaki had shown. Though they hadn’t known it until the city lighters had worked their way down the street to ignite the glow-lamps and Caitlyn caught his reflection in the glass of the cafe across the street. Devaki had seen her in the same instant, and took to his heels like a startled wharf-rat.

凯特琳一个侧身滑铲，在路口处急停下来。头顶上路灯玻璃罩里的火苗发出温暖柔和的光，映出了周围行人吃惊的表情。她浅蓝色的眼睛在每个人身上来回扫视，寻找德瓦基的轮廓。

Caitlyn skidded to a halt at the next junction. The caged flames atop the fluted lampposts bathed the dozens of surprised people staring at her with a warm, amber light. Her pale blue eyes darted from person to person, seeking Devaki’s distinctive silhouette.

一个年轻人穿过街道向她走来，面色红润，神采飞扬，他向凯特琳招了招手。

A young man crossed the street toward her, his cheeks ruddy with a night’s enjoyment. He waved at her.

“你是不是在追人？”他问。“一个带着大帽子的？”

“You looking for a man on the run?” he asked. “Fella with a big hat?”

“对，”凯特琳说。“你看见他了？他往哪儿走了？”

“Yes,” said Caitlyn. “You saw him? Where did he go?”

年轻人向左边指了指，说道，“往那边，跑的可快了。”

The young man pointed left and said, “Down that way at a good clip.”

凯特琳顺着他的目光，看到了兴高采烈的戏院观众们从画匠游乐场的方向涌出来，中间还夹杂着饮料货摊小贩和搔首弄姿的站街女。穆汉终于追上来了，汗流浃背、上气不接下气。他弯着腰，双手扶着膝盖，蓝色的制服跑得歪歪扭扭，帽子也被刮到了脑袋后边。

She followed his gaze and saw cheering theater-goers spilling from the Drawsmith Arcade, a vaulted structure of colored glass and ironwork columns. They mingled with stall-holders selling refreshments and promenade-girls looking for a wealthy mark. Mohan finally caught up to her, sweating and breathing hard. He bent at the waist and propped himself up with his palms on his knees. His blue uniform coat was askew and his hat tipped back over his head.

“我就说他会躲进人群里。”他在喘息的的空隙插了一嘴。

“Figures he’d try to lose himself in the crowd,” he said between gulps of air.

凯特琳打量了一番面前这位热心的路人。他身上的衣服用的是上等布料，量身定做，肯定价格不菲，不过袖口和手肘却已经开线磨损。她的目光充满怀疑，这是上个季度的流行色，领口的款式也是一年以前的了。

Caitlyn took a moment to study their public-spirited helper. His clothes were finely-tailored and must once have cost him a pretty penny, but the cuffs were frayed and the elbows worn. Her eyes narrowed as she took in last season’s colors and a collar that hadn’t been in style for a year.

是个有钱人，不过风头已经败了。

Wealthy, but down on his luck.

穆汉面向人潮涌来的方向说，“走了，凯特琳！再不走就跟丢了。”

Mohan turned toward the busy street and said, “Come on, Caitlyn! Let’s go or we’ll lose him.”

凯特琳单膝蹲下，从另一个角度平视这条街道。鹅卵石路由于傍晚的细雨而变得湿滑，路面上全是脚印。从这个角度，她在鹅卵石表面找到了一串厚重的脚后跟的印记，只有快速奔跑的人才会留下这种脚印。不过脚印并没有向左走，而是指向了右边。

Caitlyn dropped to one knee to look at the street from a different perspective. The cobbles were slick from the evening rain and were well trodden. From this angle, she saw the scuffs of heel marks on stone that only a running man would leave. But they weren’t heading left, they were heading right.

“德瓦基给了你多少钱让你胡说八道？”凯特琳问面前这位穿着过时的年轻人：“如果一块金海都不到你就亏大了。”

“How much did Devaki give you to tell us that?” said Caitlyn to the unfashionably dressed young man. “If it was less than a gold hex, you were swindled.”

年轻人举起一只手，得意地说，“其实是五块。”话音刚落转头就跑，大笑着钻进了人堆。

The young man put his hands up and said, “It was five, actually,” before turning tail and running toward the crowds with a laugh.

“搞什么…？”穆汉话音未落，凯特琳就扭头跑向相反的路。她或许耽误了宝贵的几秒钟，不过她现在已经确切知道德瓦基的目的地了。她很快就将穆汉甩在身后，这位慢半拍的搭档是个美食家，每次地区总督送来妻子自制的点心慰问大家，他都是吃得最欢的一个。

“What the...?” said Mohan, as Caitlyn sprinted in the opposite direction. She’d lost valuable seconds, but knew exactly where Devaki was going now. She soon left Mohan behind, her sometime partner a little too fond of the sugared pastries the District-Inspector’s wife made for her husband’s officers.

凯特琳跑进了一条蜿蜒的小道，她选的路径都是厂房高墙中间很少有人走的狭窄小巷。她横穿过人流密集的大街，被她擦到的几个人纷纷发出不满的叫声。她逐渐接近皮尔特沃夫正中间的大峡谷，街道也逐渐变窄，不过她打赌自己对于皮尔特沃夫捷径的了解一定能够胜过德瓦基。经过十多个拐弯以后，她来到了一条沿着峡谷修建的蜿蜒起伏的鹅卵石路。当地人把这里叫做空投街，因为街的尽头坐落着轰鸣的海克斯压力运送机，会一直运作到深夜。此刻，运送机正蹲在阴影中。

Caitlyn ran a winding path through the city, along seldom-traveled alleyways and crooked paths between the gables of tall, brick-fronted warehouses. She cut across busy streets, drawing cries of annoyance from those she barged out of her way. The closer she came to the great canyon bisecting Piltover, the narrower the streets became, but she was betting she knew the shortcuts of Piltover better than Devaki. After a dozen twists and turns, she emerged onto a crooked street of undulating cobbles that followed the jagged line of the cliff. Known locally as Drop Street thanks to the wheezing hexdraulic conveyer at the end that ran late into the night, it was deep in shadow.

铁架舱还没有打开，菱形的铁栅栏交叉紧闭。十五个祖安人全都酩酊大醉，聚在售票亭旁边。凯特琳要找的人不在其中。她侧身蹲下，将步枪的枪管靠在一个板条包装箱上，木板上印着米达尔达集团的商标——毫无疑问是赃物，不过现在没时间开箱了。

The iron-framed cabin hadn’t yet opened, the lozenge-patterned grille still in the closed position. A group of fifteen Zaunites, a great many of whom were intoxicated, gathered around the ticket booth. None of them were the man Caitlyn was looking for. She turned and dropped to a crouch, resting the barrel of her rifle on a packing crate bearing the brand of Clan Medarda. Stolen property, no doubt, but she didn’t have time to check it.

凯特琳用大拇指将步枪的主开关拨到竖直位置。后膛发出一声柔和的音符，她已经准备好进入射击姿态。她抽出枪托，紧紧抵住肩膀，脸颊贴在胡桃木的衬板上，睁着一只眼，透过水晶镜片观察。

Caitlyn thumbed the rifle’s primer switch to the upright position. A gentle hum built within the breech as she worked the action to ready a shot. She pulled the butt of the rifle hard against her shoulder and slowed her breathing. Her cheek pressed into the walnut stock and she closed one eye as she took aim through the crystalline lenses.

她并没有等太久。

She didn’t have long to wait.

德瓦基掠过墙角，长长的大衣下摆在身后飞舞，高高的帽子让他的剪影独一无二。他似乎一点也不着急，显然是认为自己已经甩开追兵了。提着厚重的铜角皮箱的，是他的金属增强手爪。蔚曾经提过，那是他年轻的时候在祖安接受的某种秘密强化改造。

Devaki swung around the corner, his long coat billowing out behind him and his hat a tall silhouette. He appeared to be in no hurry, but then, he believed he had shed his pursuers. He held a heavy brass-cornered case in his metal-clawed hand; a crude thing Vi said he’d had done in one of Zaun’s ask-no-questions augmentation parlors when he was a foolish youth.

凯特琳瞄准了那个丑陋的机械义肢，扣动了扳机。一股炙热的橙色火焰从枪口喷出，德瓦基的手瞬间炸裂消失。他失声尖叫，倒在地上，帽子从头上翻落，皮箱也掉在地上。德瓦基抬头张望，眼中充满痛苦和惊恐。他看到了凯特琳，想要转身逃跑，但凯特琳早已料到。她用大拇指拨了一下后膛上的开关，再次扣下扳机。

Caitlyn focused her aim on the pneumatic monstrosity and squeezed the trigger. A searing flash of orange-red exploded from the weapon’s muzzle and Devaki’s hand vanished in a pinpoint blast. He cried out and fell back, his hat toppling from his head as the case fell to the ground. Devaki looked up, his eyes widening in pain and surprise as he saw Caitlyn. He turned to run, but Caitlyn had been waiting for that. She toggled a thumb-switch on the breech and pulled the trigger again.

这一次子弹击中了德瓦基的后背，随后炸开形成一张电击绳网。德瓦基背弓反张，失足跌倒，在地上不停地抽动。凯特琳关闭了步枪的电源，重新背到肩膀上，向地上的德瓦基走过去。电击绳网的效果正在减弱，但他一时半会依然无法站起来。凯特琳弯腰捡起他掉在地上的皮箱，然后一边摇头一边发出啧啧声。

This time the beam struck Devaki in the back and exploded in a web of crackling energy. Devaki’s back arched and he fell, twitching, to the ground. Caitlyn powered down her rifle and slung it over her shoulder as she walked toward the fallen Devaki. The effects of the electro-net were dimming, but he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Caitlyn bent to retrieve the case he’d dropped and shook her head with a tut-tut sound.

“咋-咋…咋？”德瓦基一边抽搐着一边问道。

“H-h-h...how?” said Devaki, through the spasms wracking his body.

“咋知道你会来这？”凯特琳问。

“How did I know where you were headed?” asked Caitlyn.

德瓦基点点头，动作僵硬滑稽。

Devaki nodded, the movement jerky and forced.

“你之前偷的东西全都没什么道理，但如果把所有东西都凑起来的话，你似乎是在收集各种零件，想要制造某个版本的维什拉海克斯乙烯火枪”

“Your previous thefts were meaningless in themselves, but when I looked at them as part of a larger scheme, it seemed like you were gathering components to build a version of Vishlaa’s Hexylene Caliver,” said Caitlyn.

她在德瓦基旁边蹲下，一只手扶住他僵直的身体。

She knelt beside Devaki to place a hand on his rigid body.

“我们都明白，那东西太危险，不合法，对不对？城里没人敢动那种明令禁止的海克斯，不过其他地方的人，可能是诺克萨斯？他们肯定很舍得花钱吧，我猜。唯一能把那种东西运出城的人，就是祖安那些不露头的走私贩。天色这么晚，这里是唯一一条还能去祖安的路。我一发现你不打算在皮城过夜，那么剩下要做的只不过是比你早一步赶到，守株待兔。所以咱俩要好好谈谈了，跟我说说你家主子是谁。”

“And as we all know, that weapon was outlawed as being too dangerous, wasn’t it? No one in Piltover would dare touch that kind of banned hex, but someone, maybe in Noxus? They’d pay handsomely for that, I imagine. But the only place you could get something like that out of the city is through one of Zaun’s less reputable smugglers. This is the only quick route down into Zaun that’s still running at this time of night. Once I saw you weren’t going to try and hide out in Piltover, all I had to do was get to the conveyor before you and wait. So you and I are going to have a long talk, and you’re going to tell me who you’re working for.”

德瓦基没有回答，凯特琳轻笑着抓住他的身子。

Devaki didn’t answer, and Caitlyn grinned as she reached over his prone body.

“帽子不错，”她说。

“Nice hat,” she said.