"Why are you here!"
"why!"
"How dare you come here!"
The woman's shriveled and emaciated body erupted with unimaginable power. She frantically raised her handbag and smashed it at Old Joseph. Like the sprinting rain, he put in all his strength with each blow, and hit Old Joseph hard, hitting his face several times, causing him to stagger backwards.
All this happened so suddenly that no one could react. After half a minute, Zhuo Huan and Lovins came to their senses and went up to stop them.
His pale and tired face became hideously distorted because of the extreme hatred. She slapped old Joseph with a snarl that was frighteningly hard. Therefore, even though she was just a thin woman, the men present were all shocked, and no one dared to step forward.
Lovins pulled old Joseph to avoid the attack, Zhuo Huan grabbed the woman's hand with a cold face. But how can a crazy person be so easy to control, Zhuo Huan caught it a few times but it was all in vain.
"Ah!!!"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes, suddenly his vision dimmed, and a lady's handbag appeared in front of him. He stood there in a daze and did not move. The next moment, the handbag hit his face forcefully, making a bang that could not be ignored.
Uncle Zhuo was completely stunned.
Yet Mrs. Harrison continued her indiscriminate attacks.
Lovins fled in embarrassment with old Joseph, Zhuo Huan wanted to catch the mad middle-aged woman, so she beat her head and face.
You can't hit a woman.
When he was beaten for the twelfth time, Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.
"Hold!"
Later, everyone came forward to control this crazy woman.
It is said that those who are ruthless are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of going crazy. For the first time, all the people present at the investigation headquarters really realized how terrifying a crazy person is.
They quickly learned who this woman was.
She is the mother of co-pilot Tim Harrison, Mrs. Harrison.
After knowing the other party's identity, Zhuo Huan looked in the direction of old Joseph calmly. He naturally knew who Mrs. Harrison was. Thinking of the other party's sudden rage, Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then let out a soft "oh".
Lovins sent someone to comfort him for a long time before sending Mrs. Harrison away. When he returned to the office, he was still speechless: "What's going on! She was originally invited to come to the investigation headquarters to assist in the investigation, and asked her if she knew about any disputes between her son and Captain Kyle. Like this. Is this crazy!"
Someone said: "If you let your husband and son die, you may also go crazy."
"..." Lovins had nothing to say.
Lovins quietly raised his head and looked at Old Joseph who was sitting in the conference room with his head bowed and silent. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure in his peripheral vision and looked up. Lovins subconsciously yelled, "Hey, Patrick, what are you doing!"
Zhuo Huan stood up and walked towards the meeting room.
Zhuo Huan didn't answer him, but strode into the conference room, and closed the door forcefully with a bang.
The door slammed into the wall, shaking the house. NTSB investigators cautiously looked in the direction of the meeting room and whispered. Lovins: "What are you talking about, stop chatting and go about your own business!"
In the quiet meeting room, Old Joseph was sitting on the sofa, Su Fei was holding the medicine box and giving him medicine.
When old Joseph was beaten, Su Fei was on the second floor and was not there. Now that such a big event happened, the minor swallowed his saliva, looked furtively at old Joseph, and then at Zhuo Huan. dare not speak.
The faces are so ugly...
Old Joseph folded his arms and chest in silence, without saying a word.
Su Fei raised his eyes and suddenly saw: "Hey RIP, where your brow bone..."
"What's going on." Zhuo Huan said coldly.
Su Fei shut up.
Old Joseph: "It's nothing."
Zhuo Huan sneered: "It's okay? Hey, since you said it's okay, it seems that you beat someone for no reason? That's right, did Lovins call the police?"
Old Joseph became anxious immediately: "Reid, what are you doing?"
Zhuo Huan was so angry that he almost laughed out loud.
What is he doing
Fuck, he hasn't been beaten for many years!
Seeing that Zhuo Huan was about to leave with a sneer and go out to find Lovins to call the police, Old Joseph quickly stopped him. "You all know who that person was just now, Harrison's mother, Anna Harrison. She has always hated me and thinks I killed her husband."
Su Fei was shocked and said, "You killed her husband? Ah, you mean the American Airlines 384 crash seventeen years ago? No, it has nothing to do with you. I remember that you were not responsible for the accident report."
Zhuo Huan sat on the conference table, looking down at his two members.
"Continue." Zhuo Huan said.
Old Joseph was silent for a long time and stopped talking.
not talking
Zhuo Huan: "Why does she think you killed her husband? Because when the accident happened, you didn't help her husband? You didn't take the initiative to help? Or did you do something that was not recorded by the black box seventeen years ago? She was not investigated by the NTSB investigators, but she has supernatural powers and calculated it through a brain as logical as Sherlock Holmes?"
Old Joseph: "Enough, Reid, stop asking."
Zhuohuan: "That's why."
Old Joseph would not speak.
"There has to be a reason."
"..."
"Don't tell me, is it because of a guilty conscience?"
Old Joseph: "Enough!"
Zhuo Huan closed his mouth and looked at him quietly.
Old Joseph trembled and lowered his head. His face was buried tightly in his hands, and no tears were shed. Seventeen years had passed, and no amount of sadness was mercilessly wasted by time, and then buried and forgotten.
Old Joseph suddenly felt extremely ashamed, because he found that he could not cry. He couldn't squeeze out tears, and what was engraved deep in his heart was the fear and despair at the moment of the plane crash.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his shoulders and teeth trembled.
Su Fei couldn't help asking: "Old Joseph, are you okay?"
A hoarse voice sounded dull: "I am not familiar with Michael Harrison, not at all. It is just a colleague of the same airline, and I have met a few times in the company. American Airlines flight 384, that is our second flight. Cooperation. Why? Reid, you ask me why? I want to know why too! Why didn't he ask me for help, why didn't he tell me until he died why he just flew the plane without saying a word and crashed!"
"We don't know each other at all!"
"What the hell did I do wrong!"
The gray-haired old man stared at Zhuo Huan with red eyes, as if he wanted to get the truth from him.
Zhuo Huan's lips moved.
After a long time, he stood up, walked to the door of the meeting room, opened it and walked out.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Fucheng and Lina came back from Washington.
Upon entering the door, the two found nothing unusual. After greeting her companions, Lina walked into the tea room with ease and made herself a pot of delicious coffee. She hadn't been able to drink coffee all day, and she was already suffocated. Fu Cheng came to the computer with the recorder and interview materials. He wants to organize all these materials into a book.
This is not an easy job. They interviewed more than 20 people today, and it will probably be finished tomorrow.
Before that, he had something to tell Zhuo Huan.
Fu Cheng turned his head to look, and was stunned.
Is Zhuo Huan not in his seat
After thinking about it, Fu Cheng went downstairs, but after searching for a long time in the warehouse on the first floor, he didn't see Uncle Zhuo.
Back on the second floor, Fucheng searched again, and finally found the man on the balcony. He walked over and was stopped by Su Fei before he entered the balcony.
The punk boy closed his mouth mysteriously, winked and pointed at Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan's back with an exaggerated expression.
Fu Cheng: "What's wrong?"
Su Fei stared wide-eyed: "Hush!!!"
Fucheng: "..."
Clam
Worried about being overheard by a certain man, Su Fei quickly pulled Fu Cheng aside: "Don't provoke RIP, he's in a bad mood. Before you guys came back, he was smoking on the balcony, almost a pack!"
"..."
"What's the matter?"
Su Fei lowered his voice: "He was beaten."
For a moment, Fucheng couldn't believe what he heard: "What?"
"RIP is hit!"
Fucheng: "..."
Knowing roughly what happened from Su Fei's mouth, Fu Cheng's expression gradually sank. Regardless of Su Fei's obstruction, he walked into the balcony.
Hearing his footsteps, the man was still leaning on the armrest, looking up at the sky, smoking a cigarette with an unhappy expression. The strong and heavy smell of smoke pierced his nostrils, as if wrapping around his side, not dissipating for a long time.
Zhuo Huan was obviously very unhappy.
Su Fei only knew that he was unhappy, but he didn't know what he was unhappy about, whether he was unhappy that he was beaten, or what.
The salty sea breeze is blowing in front of you. Standing on the balcony and watching from a distance, the shadow of the full moon reflected on the sea is stretched long and thin, moving with the waves. The clear light shines into the depths of the bottom of the water, rolls up the beach with the sea water, and then falls silently and namelessly, the tide rises and falls.
"American Airlines' Bismarck."
The clear voice of the young man was like gold and stones broken into pieces of jade, neither urgent nor slow, neither warm nor hot, and it spread into the ear cavity along the evening wind.
Zhuo Huan turned his head slowly and looked at him.
Fucheng leaned against the railing, his voice was calm, his already delicate and indifferent face was illuminated like water and moonlight. The eyebrows are extremely light, but the eyes are warm, and the depths of the eyes seem to be immersed in a whole piece of peaceful amber.
The two looked at each other silently.
Zhuo Huan held the cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't smoke any more.
Fu Cheng said: "This is the nickname of Captain Kyle Schulman, Bismarck of American Airlines. Seventeen years ago, when Joseph Sr. was still at American Airlines, he was also called by this name. Joseph Sr. did not share the same name with Michael. ·Harrison had a direct confrontation, so no one said he was at fault, and even he himself could not answer that question. Only the dead Harrison himself knows why he did not ask the experienced machine known as Bismarck Ask for help."
"But this time, Tim Harrison had a run-in with his Captain Bismarck."
"Mr. Zhuo, have you confirmed that the plane has no mechanical problems?"
After a long time, Zhuo Huan answered him with only one simple word: "Yes."
Neither of them spoke again.
After smoking the last cigarette, throwing it into the glass ashtray and snuffing it out, Zhuo Huan was about to leave the balcony.
"Teacher Zhuo."
"Um?"
"Your brow bone is broken."
Zhuo Huan paused.
Fucheng took out a disposable iodine wine swab from his pocket, and opened the plastic bag. The distance suddenly narrowed, he raised his hand, leaned forward directly, and gently cleaned the man's wound. Fingers inevitably brushed against the man's skin, and Fucheng let go only after making sure everything was cleaned.
"All right."
Where the iodine has been wiped, the wind blows and the bone chills.
Zhuohuan: "Hi, Fucheng."
Fu Cheng raised his head: "Huh?"
"Was it intentional?"
He didn't react: "... what?"
A very quick and light laugh.
The next second, with a bang, the man's arm slammed onto his shoulder, and with a push, he was pressed against the balcony railing. His back hit the railing, it didn't hurt, but it made Fucheng stunned for a moment, he raised his head to look at the man in astonishment, but all the words he wanted to ask disappeared without a trace when the man approached him suddenly.
The elegant and narrow eyes were pressed very close, and the mind suddenly went blank, as if the soul had been grabbed by one hand.
Fucheng's pupils constricted.
The thin lips were almost close to sticking to his lips, but there was a gap left, as long as Fucheng moved, it could stick to it.
At this time, Zhuo Huan opened his mouth, and his warm breath fell gently on Fu Cheng's lips.
"—I said, did you do it on purpose?"
The nostrils were filled with a strong and powerful smell of smoke, and the man's voice was hoarse and sweet, deliberately lowered, and extremely ambiguous.
With a bang, the world suddenly fell silent.
Until the laughter of young men and women came from the beach not far away.
No one knows why there are still people camping with bonfires on the beach in Boston in winter. The laughter and singing of young people spread to Fucheng's ears, but he only heard the ethereal and illusory singing, as if there was a boy who was affectionate. sang a love song.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhuo Huan sneered, stretched out his hand and pressed Fu Cheng's forehead, then turned and left.
With his hands in his pockets, he strode away very freely and casually, leaving the world with a carefree and arrogant back.
The night wind blows silently.
Fu Cheng came back to his senses, he suddenly calmed down.
Leaning against the cold balcony railing, he realized something for the first time.
"Zhuohuan, it's gay."
The heart in his chest was beating much faster than usual, Fucheng lowered his eyelids, and took out a cigarette from his pocket with a blank expression.
The author has something to say:
At this time, I decided to tell you, Chapter 13, what did Zhuo Anxi say silently.
What he said was...
"You look like you want to fuck me."
Fu Chengcheng: Hehe.
But, Hong Kong, Fu Chengcheng is really not born gay...
Of course, our article is not straight-forward, you can feel it yourself~