第四章 失踪的同伴

林凡蹲在旧货市场，盯着那台时光机，脑子嗡嗡的。摊主叼着烟，唾沫星子喷到他脸上，他抽抽鼻子，没说话。这机器，黑漆漆的，到处是锈迹，提起来哗啦哗啦响，真跟个垃圾堆里的破铁疙瘩似的。 “我说小伙子，你看上这个了？”摊主把烟头在鞋底碾灭，用带着火星的烟头指了指时光机，“五百块，要是不想要就别墨迹，我这儿摊位费都交了。” 林凡摸了摸口袋，钱包里还有三百块，揣着手机能换个低端款智能手机，这玩意儿……他能干啥？突然手指不小心碰到机器侧面一个锈迹斑斑的按钮，触电似的缩回来。 “你他妈傻啊！”摊主骂了一句，但眼神里闪过一丝异样，“这玩意儿……你可别碰！” 林凡心里咯噔一下，手心开始冒汗。他咽了口唾沫，正想解释，机器突然自己嗡嗡响起来，屏幕亮起，但全是乱码。 “操！”摊主猛地扑上来抢，林凡慌乱中一推，两人滚作一团。机器发出刺耳的警报声，光芒大盛，林凡眼前一黑， Earl Grey claim. He came out of the machine to find himself in a dusty room with old furniture. He looked around, confused and overwhelmed. This wasn't the 21st century. He tried calling his roommate, but there was no signal. His phone's screen was just black. He panicked, walking around the room, feeling like he was in a dream. He remembered the market, the old man, the broken time machine... “这他妈是哪儿？”林凡踹了踹脚下厚重的木门，声音在空旷的房间里回荡。 墙上的老式挂钟咔嗒响了一声，指向下午三点。阳光从布满灰尘的窗户照进来，在地上投下一块斑驳的光影。墙角堆着几件旧衣服，散发出霉味。