"Theoretical calculations are here."
With a crisp sound of "click", the cap of the pen was put back on the tip of the pen. With a movement of Zhuo Huan's wrist, the black marker pen draws a long arc in the air, and falls precisely into the pen holder on the table. He raised his brows, as if he was pleased, and his tone became brisk: "The next step is the part of the experimental demonstration. You go to contact Tsuna Teiichi." As he said, he looked up at Su Fei.
Su Fei stared wide-eyed, pointing at himself: "Huh? Me?"
Zhuohuan: "Yes, you."
Su Fei: "Is there a mistake? Why me. Did you call the wrong person RIP? Shouldn't Lina do this kind of thing? What does it have to do with me?"
Zhuohuan crossed his arms and said, "It's up to you to do it this time. Emperor Jinnai has a good impression of you, and he was very interested in the virus you sent him last time."
Su Fei: "..."
"Do you think I'm stupid? I sent him a virus, and he has a good impression of me? Is he a masochist, and this makes a good impression of me? I suspect that you are insulting my IQ."
Zhuo Huan looked at Su Fei up and down in surprise, muttered "Yes, IMO gold medal" in a low voice, and then said calmly without blinking: "I have known him for a long time, from my point of view, he really loves you I have a good impression. Do you know what sympathy is?"
Su Fei was taken aback: "What?"
"After your virus was sent, he must have found a computer professor at the University of Tokyo to crack it, but found that it couldn't be cracked. Or it took too long to crack, it might as well reply emails one by one. Geniuses are always alone. "Uncle Zhuo's voice was slow and lazy, "You are a genius, and he discovered your uniqueness, so he cherished you and had a good impression of you...Why, it's hard to understand?"
Su Fei: "No..."
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, maybe you don't understand the sympathy between geniuses?"
Su Fei: "Of course I understand! All right, I'll contact him to have a look. Anyway, his email address should not have changed yet, so I can directly operate in the background and connect to his computer."
Zhuo Huan: "Hey." Turning his head, his eyes fixed on Fucheng.
Fu Cheng was looking at Su Fei with the eyes of a fool.
God opened a window for you, and he will definitely close a door for you. Originally, he thought that Zhuo Huan's EQ was already low enough, but he didn't expect that there are even stronger players among the strong ones. No matter how high Su Fei's IQ is, his EQ is as low as it is.
Probably the brain circuit of a genius is always so... different.
Raising his head, his gaze suddenly met Zhuo Huan's. Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Mr. Zhuo, if the experiment really proves that the plane crashed into the ocean at the maximum acceleration, then what should we do?"
Zhuohuan: "What do you think?"
Fu Cheng was silent.
Zhuo Huan laughed with the corners of his mouth pulled.
In fact, everything already has the answer. If the plane really rushed into the sea at the maximum acceleration, then the American Airlines 4012 air crash, the most likely cause of the accident is man-made.
23 hours later, at 9:03 am.
As soon as Emperor Jinnai sent an application for a video call, Lina pressed the answer button, and Professor Jinnai's indifferent face immediately appeared on the computer projection screen. This talented scholar who is well-known in the world of physics did not speak at the first moment when the video was connected. His calm and indifferent eyes circled around, scanned the audience, and finally stopped on the minor sitting beside Fu Cheng.
After a while, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, and said coldly, "Mr. Zhuo."
Zhuohuan: "Jinnai."
Tsuna Teiichi: "I have downloaded the data you calculated and the data measured from the wreckage of the plane and sent it to my laboratory. But now I am in Huaguo Shencheng, not in Tokyo, and I cannot personally You do this experiment."
The answer was something no one expected. But Zinnai continued: "However, in my laboratory, I have arranged teaching assistants and students to do this experiment for you. On the premise that the data has been calculated and a conclusion has been drawn, just follow the" As a result of speeding up into the water, it is not difficult to do a prerequisite experiment in reverse, and my teaching assistant can also lead the students to complete it when I am not around."
Zhuohuan: "Thank you. When will the experiment start and when can I get the results?"
Tsuna Teiichi: "Please wait a moment."
As soon as Emperor Jinnai lowered his head, there was a crisp keyboard tapping sound from the stereo. After a while, the computer screen splits into two halves. Tsuna Teiichi's image was shrunk in half and projected on the left side of the screen. On the right side, it turned out to be a wide outdoor playground.
On the right screen, as soon as the video screen was connected, a young teaching assistant wearing glasses gave an "ah" in surprise, then bowed slightly, and said, "Professor, the experimental equipment is ready. According to your instructions, we will Professor Maeda’s laboratory borrowed a nitrogen acceleration device. Mr. Yamaguchi calculated the depth of the water surface without breaking through the glass cover. In addition, we took seawater from Tokyo Bay, but the seawater in Tokyo Bay and the seawater in Boston Bay, they The concentration of the solution must be different, which may cause errors in the experimental results."
Tsuna Teiichi: "It's fine if the error is within the allowable range."
The teaching assistant nodded: "Yes."
Tsuna Teiichi: "Let's start the experiment."
As soon as Jin Naidi controlled the computer, he cut off all his video images, and projected the live video of the teaching assistant and students' experiments in full screen, and placed them on the entire computer screen.
Boston, American Airlines 4012 crash investigation headquarters.
Through the technology of the new era, half a world away, people sitting in the conference room are watching the screen intently, waiting for the top students of Tokyo University in Tokyo to conduct experiments.
I saw three students standing next to a huge black turret-like machine. They were wearing sound-isolating headphones, goggles, and tight lab coats. And about five meters away, there is a huge cuboid glass container in the shape of a fish tank. Seawater from Tokyo Bay is held in glass vessels.
After the teaching assistant confirmed the safety of the experiment for the last time, he walked in front of the camera, nodded towards the air crash investigators in Boston and Zinneti in Shencheng, then raised his hand and said loudly: "High carbon fiber and glass Fiber-reinforced materials, metal crack exploration experiments caused by accelerated impact in seawater, the first time. Start!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was only a bang.
A female student pressed the switch of the nitrogen acceleration device, a silvery-white light flashed across the screen, and the next moment, I saw the seawater violently oscillated in the glass water tank on the right side of the screen. The silver aluminum alloy material was shot into the water and swooped down at an almost irresistible speed, but just when it was about to penetrate the bottom of the glass water tank, it slowed down rapidly and finally stopped. Following the turbulent current, it slowly fell to the bottom of the water.
The students immediately ran up, carefully clamped the aluminum alloy material from the bottom of the water with the experimental splint, and put it into the box.
This is just the first experiment.
Everyone quickly cleaned up the experimental props and stood back to their original positions.
The teaching assistant looked at the camera and raised his hand again: "The second experiment, start!"
The huge nitrogen acceleration device shot the metal material of the same Airbus A390 wing into the sea water again and again. A total of ten experiments were done. Students from the University of Tokyo collected ten aluminum alloy materials. After the tenth experiment, the teaching assistant finally announced the end of the experiment. At the same time, Teiichi Tsuna also cut off the live video broadcast from the Toyoda laboratory.
His face appeared on the screen again, and his voice was still steady and indifferent: "The experiment has been completed, and the next step is to collect the crack data. By this time tomorrow, it should be sent to your mailbox."
Zhuo Huan nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you, I will trouble you."
"You're welcome, Zhuo Jun, it's just a very simple little experiment. You have already completed the most difficult part, which is to calculate the specific acceleration, speed and angle of entering the water. This is not my research field, even if I want to It also takes a long time to calculate the plastic deformation mode of metal cracks."
Zhuo Huan: "Lina will settle the cost with your laboratory."
Tsuna Teiichi: "Okay, I will notify my teaching assistant."
The two said a few more words in a polite manner, and the video was about to be hung up, when Emperor Jinnai suddenly said: "By the way, if there is such an experiment in the future, I will be happy to help. If we can find out the truth for innocent victims, It is also my wish to make the aviation industry go further. In my opinion, physics is for human beings. Whether it is theoretical physics or high-energy physics, the direction they guide is the truth and bright future that human beings pursue. "
Huh? There is something in the words
Zhuo Huan smiled: "I have a member, I admire you very much."
Emperor Tsunai: "... Zhuo Jun?"
Zhuo Huan pointed in Su Fei's direction with his chin, and the punk boy opened his eyes wide in an instant: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan: "You are all geniuses, so he cherishes you and wants to share his professional experience with you."
Tsuna Teiichi: "..."
Su Fei was about to refute "When did I admire this so-and-so", when he suddenly heard Zhuo Huan's words, he was fooled and limped again as a matter of course: "Haha, yes, we love each other. Damn, geniuses are like this, thank you for helping us The experiment is done, when you have time to go to Shanghai, I will treat you to dinner again. RIP has money, so he will treat you!"
After being silent for a long time, Emperor Jinnai said in a low voice, "I will contact you later, everyone", and hung up the video call.
After the video call ended, it took a day or two for Zinnai to send the results of the experiment, and the investigators all went back downstairs.
—Before there are no black boxes and no new clues, all they have to do is to restore the wreckage of the plane as much as possible and find clues from the wreckage.
Fucheng arranged the itinerary for the afternoon, and he planned to meet the pilot's family. As soon as he walked out of the meeting room, he ran into a punk boy with extremely low EQ.
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How did you contact Professor Jinna?"
Su Fei took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator. Hearing this, he suddenly became interested. He didn't drink the Coke, and happily described his great achievements to Fucheng: "That must be awesome. You know they are Japanese, right? Everyone likes to use emails, especially that Tsuna Teiichi, who was sent a virus by me last time. It’s fine if he doesn’t change his email address, but he didn’t even change his computer password! I have to be careful about this kind of person who doesn’t respect hackers. Education... Oh no, I need to guide him well. When he was writing his thesis, I controlled his computer remotely and talked to him for a while... "
Fu Cheng nodded straightly.
Su Fei spoke dryly, and took a big gulp of Coke: "How about it, he quickly agreed to help us with the experiment. I'm such a little genius."
Fu Cheng smiled slightly, and patted him on the shoulder: "Be more confident, take it easy, aren't you guys sympathetic to each other among geniuses?"
Su Fei: "Okay, then I won't be humble."
After bidding farewell to the fool Su Fei, Fucheng went downstairs, only to see a certain man standing beside the wreckage of the left wing, discussing something with Lovins.
Looking at Zhuo Huan from a distance, Fu Cheng couldn't help but think: With Uncle Zhuo's EQ, how on earth did he fool Su Fei into this
It's incredible.
Leaving the investigation headquarters, the car arranged by Lina has been waiting on the side of the road for a long time. But Fucheng didn't get in the car immediately, but found Old Joseph.
"I didn't expect you to invite me together?" Old Joseph laughed loudly, "What are you planning to do? Oh yes, I heard that the salvage company is conducting the last round of carpet search on the seabed, maybe they can find the black box. You are going to Can we take a look at the salvage site, we can provide some professional advice and tell them which direction the black box may have drifted to.”
Fucheng smiled and said, "I may not be able to offer this professional opinion." The ocean current is unpredictable, it has been four months, and it may go in any direction. "Old Joseph, I want to invite you to come with me to meet the families of the victims."
The smile on Old Joseph's face froze.
Fucheng sighed in his heart, but he still said: "Actually, I heard that, don't be angry, I only found out by chance that the co-pilot of American Airlines 4012 this time... has that kind of relationship with you. Captain Kyle's family is in New York right now, and they haven't come over. But the co-pilot's family has already arrived in Boston, and I'm going to meet her now and ask her a little bit about the situation, do you want to go with me?"
After a while, Old Joseph smiled and said, "It's okay, my business is not a secret. If you are interested, you can search it on Wikipedia and you can find out what happened to me back then. Even "House of Air" made a documentary about it. Harrison..." After a pause, he continued: "Tim Harrison's family members are here? Who is it, his mother?"
Fucheng: "Lina said it was his mother who came."
Old Joseph's voice was calm: "But I heard that Tim's body has not been salvaged."
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Old Joseph: "Forget it, I won't go. I know her well. If I come forward, she may think of her deceased husband again and feel even more sad."
Fucheng looked at Old Joseph quietly, frowning slightly, before he could speak, he saw Old Joseph beckoning to the flower girl who was walking on the side road.
Old Joseph knelt down: "Hey, young man, how much does a lily cost?"
The little blond boy said excitedly, "Sir, would you like to buy my flowers? That's great, lilies cost two dollars each. I'm doing homework for the holidays, and these are flowers I grew in my yard at home, and I want to put them Sell it all and donate the money to the leukemia patients.”
Old Joseph: "You are a good boy. I want all these lilies."
Old Joseph bought all ten lilies in one go.
The little boy took out a large piece of colored paper from the books and newspapers he was carrying, and Old Joseph roughly wrapped the lilies in the colored paper and handed it to Fucheng. After thinking about it, he took it back again, carefully folded the corners of the colored paper, and handed it to Fucheng seriously.
"Give it to Harrison's mother for me. I hope she will not be immersed in the tragedy of grief and can come out soon."
Fu Cheng looked at him and nodded: "Okay."
Old Joseph turned around and walked into the investigation headquarters. Fucheng held a large bouquet of lilies and walked towards the Bentley parked by the roadside. At this time, a clear and tender voice sounded from not far away: "Sir, do you want to buy my flowers too? Great, I grow these flowers myself, and I will donate the money from the sale to the leukemia organization."
Fucheng looked up.
Under the bright and warm sunshine, the man leaned down, closed his eyes, and gently sniffed a large bouquet of flowers in the boy's hand. The boy's shining eyes looked at him expectantly. He opened his eyes, took out an LV wallet from his coat pocket, and took out a stack of hundred dollar bills from it.
"I want it all."
The boy was stunned, and quickly grabbed Zhuo Huan's sleeve: "No, sir, these only cost 78 dollars in total."
Uncle Zhuo let out a laugh from his nose: "You said just now that you want to donate to the leukemia organization?"
Boy: "Yes."
"Including the $20 and $98 you got from selling flowers just now, you can't even afford a tube of medicine. Can the leukemia organization value your money?"
"… what?"
Uncle Zhuo sneered, and flipped through the only rose in the bouquet with disgust: "Next time, I will add more roses. I like roses."
The blond boy had probably never seen someone give him money so ferociously, and he stayed where he was, holding at least $5,000 in bills, bewildered.
Uncle Zhuo took the bouquet of flowers and walked towards the gate of the investigation headquarters. When passing by Fu Cheng, he stretched out his hand and unceremoniously threw a large bouquet of flowers into Fu Cheng's arms. "Help me deal with it."
Fu Cheng turned around: "Teacher Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan: "Aren't you going to give flowers to someone? You can give them together, or you can find a trash can and throw them away." After speaking, he turned around and left without looking back, waving his hands back.
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "Okay."
***
A black Bentley circles the shores of Boston Bay, heading downtown.
Boston is a seaside city with a high latitude. In winter, it is rare to see such a bright sunny day. It is always surrounded by snowstorms. Severe winter is synonymous with Boston.
The mother of co-pilot Tim Harrison lived in a hotel in downtown Boston. Fucheng had already called in advance, and he knocked on the door of the hotel room. The door opened, and a brown-haired woman with a pale face and reddish eyes opened the door for him.
Fucheng: "Hello, Mrs. Harrison, I am the investigator of this accident. I belong to the UAAG investigation team. My name is Fucheng." He took out his work ID from his pocket.
Mrs. Harrison nodded slightly, pulled off the anti-theft chain, and invited him into the house.
This hotel is not very high-end in Boston, it is a hotel, it is more like a small hotel. In such a hotel, if someone stays for a long time, they will not clean it every day. They will only send someone when you call the front desk and ask the hotel to arrange for someone to clean the room.
Mrs. Harrison had obviously lived in this room for a long time.
She brought a chair to Fucheng with ease.
Fu Cheng: "I'll do it myself, madam."
Mrs. Harrison: "How old are you?"
Fucheng was stunned.
Mrs. Harrison showed a pale smile: "Don't get me wrong, I just think you are very young. I know some airline people, my husband and son are both pilots. I also met some NTSB investigators many years ago. , I have seen a few in the past few days. But it is rare to see you so young. Are you 25 years old?"
Fu Cheng: "I am 26 years old."
Mrs. Harrison was startled: "You are as old as Tim."
There was a soft sob, and Fu Cheng silently handed over the tissue.
Fucheng: "Ma'am, then I'll cut to the chase. Please don't be too sad, your body will be damaged. I don't think Tim wants to see you cry every day. I'm here today to say goodbye to you. Find out what kind of person Tim is usually. What kind of hobbies and personalities does he have... These are very useful for investigation."
Mrs. Harrison wiped away her tears and said in a hoarse voice: "I know, I will cooperate with you. Tim is a good boy. He was nine years old when his father died, and I was too sad to see him." I really can't bear to see my father's body. It was Tim who offered to pick up Michael's body... "
Optimistic, cheerful, very good at communicating with people.
Although his father died unexpectedly in an air crash when he was nine years old, this did not affect Tim Harrison's love of flying. When he grew up, he persuaded his mother, was admitted to a flight school, and became a pilot.
Mrs. Harrison spoke softly, sobbing. Listening to her words, Fucheng slowly wrote the short life of this young man of the same age as himself on the tablet computer.
It's not that Mrs. Harrison has stopped her son from going to American Airlines even if he wants to be a pilot. His father had died on an American Airlines flight, and she never wanted to hear that name again. But Tim received an offer from American Airlines, and there are many old friends of his father there.
"Father's mistake, I won't do it again. Dad was a good pilot, Mom, I always thought so."
From the first time Fucheng saw her, Mrs. Harrison showed a real smile for the first time. She looked at the photo of her son with eyes full of nostalgia and love, and repeated what her son had said.
It was a photo of a young, smiling Tim Harrison standing on the lawn, holding his mother's shoulders and laughing heartily.
Fucheng thought for a moment, and said: "Seventeen years ago, the crash of American Airlines Flight 384 cannot be said to be Mr. Harrison's fault. The bad weather is the main reason, and no one wants to see such a tragedy."
Mrs. Harrison looked at him: "Thank you." She continued: "But I know that Michael did not make the best choice, and he was responsible for that accident. But I believe that this time it was not Tim's fault .He worked hard, he was serious. He is a smart kid, and he will definitely do his best to save the plane."
Fucheng looked at her, but didn't tell her that the investigation team had found out that the plane accelerated into the water.
The two talked for a long time, and the image of Tim Harrison had already been outlined in Fu Cheng's mind.
As the sky was getting dark, Fucheng stood up and said goodbye to her: "Thank you, I wish you condolences."
"I'll take you out."
The two walked towards the door of the room together. Fu Cheng picked up the lily bouquet he had placed in the entrance: "Mrs. Harrison, this is for you. I hope you can get out of your sorrow as soon as possible." After seeing the bouquet of flowers, Mrs. Harrison's expression changed suddenly. She opened her eyes wide, staring at the bouquet of pure white lilies.
Hate, grief, despair and hysterical rage.
It's hard to imagine such complex emotions appearing in the eyes of an overly sad woman, which almost suppressed all her sadness, leaving only a strong and suffocating hatred. Soon, all the hatred turned into tears, and she cried bitterly.
Mrs. Harrison put her hand on the bouquet of lilies: "No, thank you, but I don't want to accept it. My husband's favorite lilies were lilies, but I don't want to see them again."
Fu Cheng was surprised, he was silent for a while, then took the flowers back.
"Thank you for your condolences."
Back in the car, Fu Cheng looked at the lily bouquet in his hand, and didn't look away for a long time.
When he returned to the investigation headquarters, he handed the bouquet of lilies and the large bouquet that Zhuo Huan bought to the driver: "Here they are for you, you can do whatever you want."
The driver was taken aback: "Okay, sir."
Before getting out of the car, Fu Cheng stopped, and he turned around and picked the only rose from the bouquet of flowers.
In the Boston Bay where people come and go, the sharp chirping of seagulls and the lapping of the waves for thousands of years are mixed together, as well as the laughter of tourists. Fucheng got off the car and walked towards the investigation headquarters. Halfway there, he saw a familiar person by the beach, and his footsteps paused. Fucheng was stunned for a long time before walking over.
"Teacher Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan turned around and saw Fu Cheng.
Biting the cigarette holder, his voice was hoarse due to nicotine: "Back?"
Amidst the smog, the man's handsome and elegant eyebrows seemed to be far away, hazy and hard to see clearly. The only real thing is the smell of smoke that is forced into the heart and lungs. Fucheng suddenly felt that his tongue was a little dry, and Mrs. Harrison's weeping and hateful voice sounded in his ears, and his heart became agitated.
Standing on the beach, looking at the sea illuminated by the sun from a distance.
Fucheng's voice turned cold, without the pretentiousness of the day: "Is there any smoke?"
Seeing him like this, Zhuo Huan's eyes twinkled, and he laughed: "No, just one. Do you want to?" As he spoke, he held the cigarette between his fingers, took it out of his mouth very friendly, and handed it to Fu Cheng.
Fucheng: "..."
Don't you think it's dirty
Fucheng was not interested in smoking the same cigarette with a man, he expressed his refusal with a cold attitude.
Zhuo Huan snorted, glanced at him casually, and bit the cigarette holder again.
"For you."
Zhuo Huan turned his head, only to see Fu Cheng holding a rose in his hand and placing it in front of his eyes.
Breathing suddenly stopped, he slowly raised his head.
Under the setting sun and in the salty sea breeze, the beautiful young man never seemed to think too much about it. He didn't think it was such an ambiguous act to send roses to a man. In other words, it is precisely because the gift is a man that it can be so casual.
The rich and bitter taste of smoke in the mouth seems to be mixed with a hint of sweet sugar. Zhuo Huan slowly raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the young man in front of him with cold and elegant eyes, and waited quietly for him to speak.
Fu Cheng: "I've dealt with everything else. You said you liked roses, so you kept one."
Zhuohuan took the rose: "Thank you."
Uncle Zhuo would still say thank you to himself
Fu Cheng looked at him quietly for a while, only to see that Zhuo Huan kept looking down at the rose in his hand, not paying attention to his gaze.
The bitter smell of smoke, the indistinct fragrance of flowers, and the fishy smell of the oncoming sea breeze.
I don't know why the irritability in my heart is like wrinkles being ironed, and the uncontrollable craving for cigarettes that suddenly surges up in my tongue gradually disappears. Even he himself didn't notice, Fucheng stood a little closer to this man. Standing shoulder to shoulder, he said, "There is something that I find very strange today, but I think it may have something to do with American Airlines 384 seventeen years ago, and old Joseph."
Zhuo Huan looked away from the roses.
Looking at each other, Fucheng asked seriously: "Mr. Zhuo, what happened to American Airlines 384 seventeen years ago...is it unknown to outsiders?"
The author has something to say:
Fu Chengcheng: Teacher Zhuo, do you smell roses
Zhuo Anxi: Really fragrant.