第8部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

ing　me　look　a　lot　better　than　I　am。

¨Stand　over　here。　Both　of　you；〃　says　Haymitch；　nodding　to　the　middle　of　the　room。　We　obey　and　he　circles　us；　prodding　us　like　animals　at　times；　checking　our　muscles；　examining　our　faces。　¨Well；　youˇre　not　entirely　hopeless。　Seem　fit。　And　once　the　stylists　get　hold　of　you；　youˇll　be　attractive　enough。〃

Peeta　and　I　donˇt　question　this。　The　Hunger　Games　arenˇt　a　beauty　contest；　but　the　best…looking　tributes　always　seem　to　pull　more　sponsors。

¨All　right；　Iˇll　make　a　deal　with　you。　You　donˇt　interfere　with　my　drinking；　and　Iˇll　stay　sober　enough　to　help　you；〃　says　Haymitch。　¨But　you　have　to　do　exactly　what　I　say。〃

Itˇs　not　much　of　a　deal　but　still　a　giant　step　forward　from　ten　minutes　ago　when　we　had　no　guide　at　all。

¨Fine；〃　says　Peeta。

¨So　help　us；〃　I　say。　¨When　we　get　to　the　arena；　whatˇs　the　best　strategy　at　the　Cornucopia　for　someone　�〃

¨One　thing　at　a　time。　In　a　few　minutes；　weˇll　be　pulling　into　the　station。　Youˇll　be　put　in　the　hands　of　your　stylists。　Youˇre　not　going　to　like　what　they　do　to　you。　But　no　matter　what　it　is；　donˇt　resist；〃　says　Haymitch。

¨But　�〃　I　begin。

¨No　buts。　Donˇt　resist；〃　says　Haymitch。　He　takes　the　bottle　of　spirits　from　the　table　and　leaves　the　car。　As　the　door　swings　shut　behind　him；　the　car　goes　dark。　There　are　still　a　few　lights　inside；　but　outside　itˇs　as　if　night　has　fallen　again。　I　realize　we　must　be　in　the　tunnel　that　runs　up　through　the　mountains　into　the　Capitol。　The　mountains　form　a　natural　barrier　between　the　Capitol　and　the　eastern　districts。　It　is　almost　impossible　to　enter　from　the　east　except　through　the　tunnels。　This　geographical　advantage　was　a　major　factor　in　the　districts　losing　the　war　that　led　to　my　being　a　tribute　today。　Since