Noisy sounds surrounded the gate of the hospital, like locusts raging across the border during the harvest, they came rampant, holding up the microphone, and used it as a sharp weapon to charge into battle.
"Mrs. Truffaut, is your son on the plane?"
"Mrs. Truffaut, when did you get the news?"
"Madame Truffaut..."
Schaffhausen is a small town with an area of only tens of square kilometers and a small population. The only hospital in the town is not big, only five stories high. It has never received so many guests, and the stone slab in front of the hospital entrance is almost crushed by these guests.
The guests all looked at the noble lady in fine clothes, turning a blind eye to the others on the side.
Zhuo Huan's face became more and more gloomy, and the unhappiness in his eyes accumulated deeper and deeper. It seems that the condensed storm will explode as long as it breaks through the bottom line. Fucheng knew this old man's temper, so of course he would not let him speak in front of the global media.
However, just as Fu Cheng took a step forward and was about to speak, someone actually stood in front of him ahead of time.
Under the bright sunshine, this ordinary-looking Chinese-American investigator stood in front of the media, blocking the speechless and pale Mrs. Truffaut behind her. He solemnly held up the ID card he was wearing on his chest, and said sharply: "EASA. We have taken over the incident and started the investigation. Once there is a conclusion, EASA will hold a press conference immediately. Before that, please don't hinder us from performing official duties. "
The reporters froze for a moment.
A reporter chimed in: "We just wanted to make sure that one of the pilots on board was the only son of the Truffaut group."
Gao Yun: "No comment!" He turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Please leave these journalist friends in an orderly manner."
EASA investigators sprang into action.
"Please leave immediately."
"Do not interfere with our official duties."
"Sir, if you do this again, I don't mind calling the police and suing you for obstructing official duties."
Gao Yun turned his head and looked at Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng. He looked solemn: "Mr. Zhuo, Major Fu, can you please tell me now, what happened?"
***
"Martha Airlines cargo plane crashed in Schaffhausen, a pilot is the only son of Truffaut"
Truffaut heir dies after plane crashes into mountain
"According to news from Agence France-Presse, at 1:19 on the 3rd, a cargo plane of Marsa Airlines crashed in the mountains south of Schaffhausen. The pilot on board was killed. It has been confirmed that he is the heir of Truffaut..."
hotel room.
Su Fei stood at the side helplessly, watching old Joseph comfort the sobbing Lina.
Old Joseph gently comforted Lina.
Lina had already guessed that she would be separated from her friends, and she made all the preparations before stepping into the morgue. However, life and death are always so unexpected, even if she is fully prepared for death, after seeing her best friend's almost destroyed face, her psychological defense collapsed in an instant.
"He loves to smile very much. No matter how difficult he encounters, even if he is kicked out of the house, he never gave up smiling."
"He was very afraid of pain since he was a child, and Gerald was afraid of pain. When I went to his house when I was a child, his finger was accidentally burned by a charcoal fire, and it hurt so much that he cried."
"Then how could it be Gerald, why would it be him. Last month he told me that he was too busy and he didn't have time to visit me when I was on a business trip in Finland. He was very sorry for me."
"He said that he would go to Shanghai to see me when he was on vacation. He said it, Gerald said it..."
With a choked voice trembling, Lina was on the verge of collapse.
Old Joseph said softly, "I don't know what to say to comfort you, my darling. But I want you to know that the Lina I knew was a tough girl. Gerald is dead, I believe. His friends will surely find out why so that he can rest in peace."
Lina hoarsely said: "Joseph..."
Su Fei suddenly exclaimed, and Old Joseph looked at him in surprise. He wanted him to keep quiet and not disturb Lina at this time. Unexpectedly, Su Fei looked horrified, held his mobile phone, and said to Old Joseph: "Just now, a news notification popped up on my mobile phone, saying... the co-pilot who died was the heir of Truffaut, and now the media reporters have surrounded the hospital."
Old Joseph opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the next moment he looked down at the blonde in his arms.
Lina looked up too, her face was wet with tears, she was still sobbing, but she wiped away the tears. She suddenly realized that there was something crucial that she had forgotten. Forcibly suppressing the dull sadness, Lina looked at her two friends: "It was my mistake, we are going to the hospital right now."
In the West, media reporters have the right to know, and they have the right to report any news event.
EASA members threatened them with obstruction of official duties and asked them to leave. But they have long been used to this kind of way, and the number of times they deal with the government is more than the number of times ordinary people eat.
When the three of Lina came to the entrance of the hospital, the number of reporters surrounding them increased instead of decreasing, blocking the entrance of the hospital until there was almost no gap. EASA investigators tried to persuade him to leave, but they ignored them.
Lina's expression sank, she walked to the middle of the media, and said: "Everyone, I am Stephanie Comte, UAAG's diplomatic director. If you have any questions, please come here and ask me. Don't block the door of the hospital. In addition, before you ask me Before asking questions, I hope you will call your superiors first to confirm whether you want to ask me questions."
Lina's voice was calm and profound, and she could hear it clearly even in a noisy environment. The reporters all looked at her.
Seeing Lina coming, Fucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A male reporter looked at Lina, and Ben wanted to say something. But his cell phone rang suddenly. Immediately afterwards, the phones rang one after another. Like a movie scene, they connected to the mobile phone together, and then the expressions on their faces changed from excitement to consternation, and finally to deep bewilderment.
After the reporters left one by one, Fucheng looked at Gao Yun and said to him: "Mr. Gao, I believe you should have understood just now that among the two pilots on this plane, the co-pilot is the heir of the Truffaut Group. "
After going through the trouble just now, how could Gao Yun not understand. He was also very helpless. He shook his head and smiled wryly at this absurd world: "Actually, this plane happened at one o'clock in the morning today. At two o'clock in the morning, our investigator woke up from his sleep and quickly I quickly formed an investigation team and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. I have been in this hospital for a full ten hours. Except for the reporter who came to investigate the situation at the beginning, no reporter cared about this matter in the next ten hours. "
Gao Yun looked at the interview cars going away, and suddenly became confused: "Isn't it all human life? Is there such a big difference between the life of an heir to a luxury brand and the life of an ordinary aircraft co-pilot?"
When Fucheng heard the words, his heart trembled, but he was speechless.
Zhuo Huan took a meaningful look at Gao Yun, and then said to Lina: "Mrs. Truffaut has come, and she should be in the morgue now. You go and see her. I leave the matter of the media to you, I don't want Anyone influencing the aircraft investigation."
Lina: "OK."
Zhuo Huan said to Old Joseph again: "There is something very strange. I haven't seen anyone from the airline company so far. Go and investigate Martha Airlines and contact their person in charge." Finally he said to Gao Yun: "Now , can we go to the scene of the accident?"
***
Marsa Airlines Flight 123, or MS123, crashed into a hill south of Schaffhausen.
The plane fell and hit the mountain, straight into the mountainside. So from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, the parts of the aircraft were scattered everywhere. Because the plane hit the mountain just ten minutes before it took off, there was still a lot of fuel on board. As soon as the plane crashed, it exploded and caught fire, burning more than half of the mountain. All the trees on the side that hit the mountain were burned, leaving only the bare scorched land.
After driving for half an hour, the four arrived at the scene of the accident.
At the scene of the accident, there were already many EASA investigators, who were taking pictures of the scene to collect evidence.
Fucheng pulled away the yellow cordon and walked into the accident area. Looking at the messy scene, he frowned slightly, with indescribable emotions surging in his heart—
The plane crashed really badly.
From the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, it is almost smashed, and the wreckage of the plane can be seen everywhere.
The smallest pieces are not even the size of the palm of your hand!
It is conceivable that when the plane crashed, the pilot sitting in the front cockpit suffered a lot of impact. This terrible force almost shattered a complete aircraft!
Zhuo Huan looked around and asked, "What information have you investigated?"
Gao Yun opened the folder: "This is an ATR-72 aircraft manufactured in 1988. It is 32 years old. It used to serve Russian Airlines. It was bought by Martha Airlines last year and used for passenger and cargo aircraft. When the accident happened , the plane is transporting cargo from Zurich to Berlin."
When Fucheng heard an important message, he said in surprise: "Zurich took off? Zurich should be less than 30 kilometers away from here. We came from Zurich Airport."
Gao Yun: "Yes, this cargo plane took off from Zurich Airport. Only ten minutes after takeoff, the ground air traffic control received the captain's Mayday request, but before he had time to contact the captain again, the plane disappeared from the radar. Disappeared. It hit a mountain."
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
The international distress radio signal.
Using radio calls, calling "Mayday" three times in a row is considered an emergency signal.
In general emergencies, the Mayday distress signal cannot be used. The Mayday distress signal can only be used when the plane or ship is in life-threatening or extremely serious distress. For every air traffic controller, when they hear a pilot yelling "Mayday" three times to themselves, it means a nightmare: there must be casualties, and disaster must be caused.
Gao Yun pointed to the boxes and equipment rolling everywhere on the hillside: "Those are the goods transported by this plane. The front half and the back half were on fire, but the middle was a little lighter, so very few goods were not completely burned. .”
Zhuo Huan: "All these goods will also be removed for testing."
Just as he was talking, Gao Yun's cell phone rang suddenly. He said, "I'm going to answer the phone."
When he came back after answering the phone, Fucheng saw that the young EASA senior investigator had a strange expression on his face. He looked at Zhuo Huan, feeling a little helpless: "Just now I received a call from the headquarters. This accident was led by UAAG, and EASA coordinated and helped .Mr. Zhuo, I want to cooperate with you again." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
With Uncle Zhuo's temper, there is a great possibility that he will not reach out to hold it. In order not to embarrass Gao Yun, Fucheng immediately stretched out his hand, wanting to hold him. However, his hand had just reached halfway, Zhuo Huan's slender hand swayed in front of him, gently holding Gao Yun's hand.
Zhuo Huan nodded and said, "Thank you, it's a pleasant cooperation."
There is a rare seriousness and sincerity in the tone.
***
Martha 123 crashed in the early morning. It was not until 9 am that EASA investigators rushed from London to Schaffhausen and arrived at the scene of the accident. Because the plane was too broken, it took a lot of time to take pictures and collect evidence. By 8 p.m., investigators had finished photographing all the debris.
After the on-site photography is over, the next step is to move the wreckage to a suitable place for detailed investigation and testing.
This matter made Gao Yun very headache.
Schaffhausen is a small town, and there is no relatively empty public place such as a gymnasium in the town, and the mayor of the town can't find him a place that is not in the open air. In addition, he also needs to contact large trucks and workers to transport the wreckage of the plane on the mountain to the town.
After the photo shoot, Gao Yun was worrying about this matter, Zhuo Huan received a call from Lina.
After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Huan turned his head and said, "The truck will be here soon, please arrange for an investigator to tell those workers how to move the wreckage."
Gao Yun was taken aback: "Huh? Got a car?"
Ten minutes later, five large trucks drove to the foot of the mountain. More than 30 workers got off the trucks and started moving things up the mountain.
Gao Yun was still a little dizzy when they loaded all these pieces of aircraft wreckage into the car at an extremely fast speed. Sitting in the car, he came back to his senses and couldn't help but touch Fu Cheng's arm: "Major Fu... Where did this car come from?"
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be arranged by Lina."
Gao Yun: "Lina? She arranged it all? What about the warehouse. These wreckages are looking for a place to put them. There is no suitable place in the town..."
"We bought a candy factory."
A cold male voice sounded, planning Gao Yun's words. Gao Yun turned his head to look at the man in astonishment, this time even Fu Cheng was a little surprised.
After a long time, Fucheng asked: "... bought a candy factory? So now we put all these wreckage in the candy factory's warehouse?"
Zhuo Huan kept looking down at the phone screen, and he spoke without raising his head, because he was doing two things at once, and his voice was slightly soft and slender: "Well, these cars are also from the candy factory... buy one get five free, it's pretty cool." Cost-effective."
Fucheng smiled slightly.
Gao Yun: "..."
The next moment: "Excuse me, is your UAAG still recruiting?"
Fucheng: "..."
The car drove smoothly on the mountain road. Because it was loaded with many precision parts, it took twice as long to return to the town this time than when it came.
It was dark, and it was ten o'clock in the evening before everyone returned to the town.
Fu Cheng and Gao Yun directed the workers to move the wreckage of the plane to the warehouse according to the categories. Pieces of charred aircraft wreckage were carefully sent into the warehouse by workers, and then sorted according to categories.
The last truck also drove into the factory slowly, Su Fei jumped off the passenger seat, raised his hand, and took the black box from the driver. This thing is extremely heavy, carrying it, Su Fei's shoulders can't help but sink a bit. Seeing this, Fu Cheng came over: "Want to help?"
The punk boy waved his hand: "No, no, I'm used to carrying it. Last time RIP asked me to carry this thing from Boston to Finland, okay?"
Fu Cheng looked down at the pitch-black black box.
The original orange-red black box was burnt into scorched black by the fire. Due to the violent impact, a shallow dent was made on its surface, and each of the eight corners was also worn. In addition to the obvious dents, there are also many fine scratches. Fucheng estimated that the black box was rubbed by aircraft parts when it was thrown out of the aircraft.
These fine marks are nothing to worry about, Fu Cheng's eyes stopped on that dent.
Aircraft black boxes are required to have extremely high impact resistance, high temperature fire resistance, and acid corrosion resistance. Its production materials are very expensive, and ordinary drop pressure will not cause any marks on the surface.
Fucheng: "It seems that the impact force was very strong when it crashed, will it affect the read data?"
Su Fei observed it carefully: "Probably not. Let me fix it tomorrow and see the situation."
The two were talking when a deep voice sounded from behind them.
The candy factory Lina bought is on the outskirts of the small town of Schaffhausen, near the mighty Rhine. The famous Rhine Falls is right next to it. The sound of splashing water is the only sound in the moonlit night of the silent town. The white river rushes down, splashing white foam.
Zhuo Huan's voice was mixed with the loud sound of running water, almost no emotion could be heard. At least Su Fei and Gao Yun didn't notice anything unusual, only Fu Cheng raised his head and looked at him in surprise.
"About Martha Aviation, old Joseph found some information."
... Uncle Zhuo seemed very unhappy.
Next to the warehouse of the candy factory is a four-story factory office building.
Bright, high-wattage lights dispel the night and make the meeting room bright as day. Zhuo Huan erased the sales data of the candy factory on the whiteboard, and wrote an English word on it with a black marker——
"MARSHA".
Then, he continued to write the three lines of "Martha Flight 123", "Gerard Truffaut" and "Léon Lorraine", and then used a marker to connect Martha Airlines and Martha Flight 123 to Together. Everyone looked at the whiteboard seriously, waiting for Zhuo Huan to continue to connect the names of Martha Airlines and the two pilots together, but they saw Zhuo Huan pursed his lips and coldly made a big cross between the two.
Everyone was stunned.
Zhuo Huan turned around and covered the cap of the marker pen.
After a crisp click, he threw the marker on the table with an unhappy expression.
"In fact, Martha flight 123 is indeed affiliated with this airline, but these two pilots... are not employees of Martha Airlines."
Fucheng quickly said: "The pilot does not belong to the airline company, what does that mean?"
Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at him, his voice was extremely cold, as if he was suppressing his anger: "Literally. This airline has a total of five aircraft, and has the flight permits for passenger and cargo flights in Switzerland and EU member states. But Ma All five of MSA's aircraft are safe and sound, and this MSA Flight 123...is the sixth."
Gao Yun exclaimed: "How is it possible? Before we arrived at the scene, the hospital had already contacted the relatives of the two pilots. They asked Masa Air for the pilot's emergency contact number. If they were not Masa Air pilots, So why are they flying this plane, and why does MSA have their emergency contact numbers?"
Zhuo Huan lifted his hand back, curled his fingers, and tapped hard on the whiteboard with his knuckles.
"You should ask first, since this mysterious plane does not belong to Martha Airlines..."
"Why is it called Martha 123."
***
Scotland, East Lothian.
The southern shore of the Firth of Forth is a vast plain. The Tyne River flows through it, like a long belt of white jade inlaid on the green earth, and the moonlight slowly shines, sparkling waves.
From the bank of the Tyne River to the west, about two kilometers away, on the cliff, a majestic and simple castle stands on the top of the waves.
This is an ancient Baroque-style castle. The gray-black outer wall records its glorious history of being exposed to wind and rain. There is a deep cracked gap next to the gatepost, which was left by the enemy's attack in the 14th century. Traces of bravery.
In a certain room in the castle, the wall lamps reflected a dim yellow light.
There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the door. The man walked fast and hurriedly, and his leather shoes stepped on the bricks of the castle, making a rattling sound. But he was obviously anxious and crazy, and when he reached the door, he stopped suddenly, knocked on the door lightly, and got permission from the people in the house before he could enter.
"Please come in."
The carved door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man in a suit said with red eyes, "Sir, madam has confirmed that it is... Master Gerald."
In front of the tall French windows, the silver-haired Mr. Truffaut closed his eyes.
The butler said, "Sir, do you want to prepare a special plane to Schaffhausen for you?"
"No need. Wait for him to come back."
With a hoarse voice, the butler finally couldn't help saying, "But sir, Master Gerald is no longer here!"
Mr. Truffaut looked back at him through the cold gold-rimmed glasses, and said dryly: "So I mean, wait for his body to come back."
***
Switzerland, Schaffhausen, small town hospital.
The small town hospital in Schaffhausen had never received so many guests. During the day, it was surrounded by reporters. It was not until Lina sent the reporters away that it returned to its usual tranquility.
At the entrance of the ICU ward on the third floor of the hospital, Leon Lorraine, the captain of Martha Flight 123, was lying quietly on the hospital bed. The skin of his whole body was almost burnt, and there was not a single piece of intact skin. Even the eyelids were scorched, exposing the terrifying blood vessels in the eyeballs.
The doctor also wanted to bandage his wound so that the burnt skin would not be exposed to the air, but this would speed up his death. The burnt parts were all festered and pus-filled, as long as the gauze touched it, it would definitely stick, and if it was pulled, it would be a large piece of bloody skin.
Blood and pus flowed all over the bed.
Doctors said his survival was nothing short of a miracle, but no one knew if he would make it through the night or a few more days. He's still unconscious, but maybe a coma is the best ending for him. Because as long as he wakes up, he will definitely encounter the most terrible pain he has ever experienced in his life. And this pain will definitely accompany him for the rest of his doomed life, until he dies.
Outside the ICU ward was his wife and daughter, who had already lost their strength from crying, sitting on a chair and cuddling each other.
When Fucheng walked to the third floor of the hospital, what he saw was the mother and daughter sleeping in each other's arms. He stood still and looked at it for a long time. After all, he couldn't bear to wake up these two people who had finally found peace. He went downstairs to the B1 floor.
At the door of the morgue, Mrs. Truffaut leaned against Lina's arms, trembling all over, sobbing softly.
Fucheng stepped forward, knelt down, and said softly: "I'm sorry to disturb your wife, please give me your condolences. I am an investigator of UAAG and a colleague of Lina. My colleagues are currently inspecting the wreckage of the plane, and Investigate the information of Masa Aviation. We have some doubts about the occupations of the two pilots, so Zhuo Huan... Patrick asked me to conduct some inquiries with the pilots' families to see if I can get clues from you."
Mrs. Truffaut gave Fucheng a weak look, and she wanted to speak, but her choked voice made her unable to speak.
At this moment, Lina's hoarse voice sounded, and Fucheng looked up at her.
"Ask me, Aunt Truffaut doesn't know about Gerald's situation. Vol, you can ask me anything you want to know. I'm probably the most clear person in the world about Gerald's recent years. .The emergency contact he left with the airline...was me."