The United Arab Emirates is a small country in the Middle East located on the Persian Gulf. Because of its rich oil production, it is very rich. In addition to the oil industry, which is the mainstay of the economy, the United Arab Emirates is most famous for its famous tourist and shopping paradise—Dubai.
Someone once said: Almost all the planes flying between the UAE and other countries in the world fly to Dubai every day.
Dubai has more than 75% of the number of hotels in the UAE.
Meh took everyone to the database of GCAA (UAE General Civil Aviation Authority).
The middle-aged man in the white hat was rather proud in his tone: "Over the years, there have been only a handful of aviation accidents that have occurred in the United Arab Emirates. Among them, there are only a few major air accidents that caused casualties. Emirates Airlines The 411 Air Crash is a heart-wrenching tragedy in the aviation history of our country, so there are the most records about it.”
The people of UAAG roughly browsed through several information boxes.
Zhuo Huan: "Take them all to the new investigation headquarters."
Maiha was taken aback: "All?"
Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "All of them."
Meh: "Actually, I have to remind you, Mr. Patrick, that there are about ninety-six files here, all about the Emirates 411 crash."
Zhuohuan: "That's why I said, all of them."
Maiha: "..."
GCAA is building a new investigation headquarters. Although Maiha feels that the workload is too much, many unnecessary materials can be ignored directly, such as the list of all passengers on board. It has been proved afterwards that this is definitely not a terrorist incident. But Zhuo Huan issued an order, and he could only arrange for a few young investigators to move the contents of the database to the new investigation headquarters.
It was getting late today, and after getting acquainted with the terrain roughly, everyone went back to the hotel to rest.
Passing through the beach avenue planted with palm trees, and then walking through the slightly curved sea plank road, you will come to the pearl of the Persian Gulf on the sea, the Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai.
Sitting on the 360° sightseeing elevator, Su Fei's eyes lit up excitedly, and he took out his phone to take selfies twice.
"I want to send it to Moments."
Old Joseph: "Look at your talents." After speaking, he also clicked twice to take a photo.
Su Fei: "Didn't you take pictures too!"
Old Joseph: "I took a photo and sent it to my dear daughter and grandson, can it be the same as you. Of course, you can also post it on my Facebook by the way."
Su Fei: "..."
Lina smiled and said, "Because the price is too high, I didn't book the top royal suite this time. If it's okay, I'll wait for you downstairs at the hotel at ten o'clock tomorrow morning?"
"it is good."
Fu Cheng raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.
I saw him leaning against the railing of the elevator, his head thrown back, looking at the brightly colored ceiling with Arabic characteristics. The elevator opened with a ding, and Su Fei and old Joseph went down first. After reaching the 28th floor, Lina also went downstairs. She stood at the elevator door and waved her hand: "See you tomorrow, Reid, V."
The elevator door closed slowly in front of his eyes, and the mirror-like metal door reflected the handsome and tall figure of a man.
At some point, Zhuo Huan was no longer looking at the ceiling, but turned his head sideways, looking at him quietly with clear eyes.
The eyes of the two met in the reflection of the metal door, Fu Cheng calmly looked away.
"Guess why the two of us live on the same floor."
Fu Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the other party.
The reflection of the metal door is not really as clear as a mirror. But through the slightly swaying shadow, Fucheng saw this man looking at him with a half-smile, his eyes were so clear, but full of an extremely discordant and unreasonable ambiguity and temptation.
After a while, Fucheng: "This is randomly arranged by the hotel."
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, but the person who distributed the room cards is Lina."
Fu Cheng: "Lina is also random."
"Heh," Zhuo Huan said lazily with a chuckle, "Believe me, in Stephanie Comte's world, there has never been the word random."
The elevator dinged, Zhuo Huan put his hands behind his head, strode out of the elevator, leaving Fucheng alone. As he walked forward, his back suddenly coincided with the moonlit night in Helsinki. Confident and public, without any words or hints, he knows that the people behind him will definitely follow behind him and move forward with him.
It can only be so, and it can only be so.
But this time, suddenly, Zhuo Huan turned around. He frowned slightly: "Are you a fool?"
"..."
Fu Cheng was silent, stepped out of the elevator.
Although the two are on the same floor, they are not adjacent suites. Zhuo Huan's room is at the end of the corridor, when Fu Cheng stopped in front of the door and was about to open it, he passed behind the young man. There was a faint fragrance of verbena in the air, and Fucheng was dazed for a moment, as if he had smelled this smell somewhere.
... His shampoo seems to smell like this
Fu Cheng turned his head to look at the man, his lips parted, but he couldn't speak.
Zhuo Huan had already walked to the end of the corridor, swiped his card, and entered the door.
Fu Cheng retracted his gaze, opened the door and entered the house.
At 9:30 the next morning, after breakfast, everyone gathered downstairs on time at 10:00.
When they came to the GCAA headquarters, Maiha was waiting for them at the door again. This time, he changed into a black suit instead of the white robe from yesterday. "Since I want to cooperate with you, I want to respect you, so I put on the suit you like, it should look more pleasing to the eye."
Lina smiled and said, "You are very attentive. Of course, if you want to wear a white robe, we won't have any complaints. It looks good too."
Maiha: "It's okay, then please come here. The investigation headquarters is doing the final data collation, and it is estimated that it will be completed and put into use in another hour. In addition, the survivor also came to the GCAA headquarters. Is Mr. Patrick going to see her with me?"
Zhuo Huan: "I, and him, let's go together."
He slightly raised his chin and pointed at Fucheng.
Meh: "Okay, then the three of us will go together. The survivor is a Yemeni who doesn't speak English, only Arabic. I can translate for you."
Lina showed a charming smile: "I think, Meha, maybe you can go to the investigation headquarters with Su Fei and Old Joseph, and I will replace you and do the translation work. She is a woman, a woman and a woman, always It will be easier to talk, and she should be more relaxed."
Maiha thought for a while: "I think you are right, then Miss Lina, please do me this favor."
Su Fei and Old Joseph followed Meha to the newly established investigation headquarters. Under the guidance of a young investigator, Zhuo Huan, Fu Cheng, and Lina came to the meeting room where they had been yesterday. The investigator stopped behind the door and said in accented English, "She's inside."
Lina nodded: "Thank you, we have obtained her information, and then we will go in by ourselves."
With a creak, the doorknob was pushed down, Lina pushed the door open, and saw the middle-aged woman sitting behind the conference table.
It was a woman who was tired from vicissitudes of life. Her long hair was messy and dirty, tied with a leather cord casually. The skin is black and yellow from the inside out. The lips are dry and chapped, but the eyelashes are unexpectedly thick and long. And under these eyelashes, there is a pair of big and deep eyes. It's a pity that these eyes are cloudy and dull. At first glance, they don't make people feel beautiful, but they have a kind of indifference and dullness.
Hearing the voice, she slowly raised her head and glanced at them, and she didn't show any surprise when she saw that there were three of them. Even if one of these three people is white and two are yellow, they are completely different from all the investigators of Arab appearance in the GCAA headquarters.
It seems to be a corpse soaked in glass bottles and aged in formalin for many years.
Her eyes were numb and empty, and her head turned slightly as the UAAG trio walked into the room, pulled out their chairs and sat down. However, even this movement was rigid and rigid, as if it had been wound up. Not a trace of life, only in his forties, but like an old man who has reached his twilight years.
The strangeness of this survivor was watched by the three of them.
Uncle Zhuo was never good at dealing with people. He sat on the far left, Fu Cheng sat in the middle, and Lina sat on the right. Obviously, the main candidate for interviewing the survivors this time is Fucheng.
Fucheng lowered his voice and said to Lina: "Communicate with her a little first, she seems to be in a low mood."
Lina nodded and looked at the woman. Her voice was soft: "Hello, my name is Lina, and these two are my colleagues, Reid and Evan. We were specially invited to investigate the plane accident. I heard from Maiha, you should know Maiha, It's the investigator who communicated with you a few days ago. He told me that your name is Yamila."
The woman looked at Lina dully: "Yamela Betty."
Lina and Fucheng looked at each other, she turned her head, and smiled softly: "Then can I call you Betty? I have a friend who also has this name, so I will think of her."
"Um."
"Are you from Yemen?"
"Um."
"I heard from Meha that you have lived in Dubai for twenty-four years. This is the first time I have come to this city. Do you have anything to recommend?"
Betty stared straight at Lina, causing the hairs on her back to stand up.
Betty: "Just ask me directly, about what happened twenty-three years ago."
Lina looked at Fucheng and said in a low voice, "She asked me to directly talk about what happened twenty-three years ago."
Fu Cheng was stunned: "Okay, let's start the topic directly."
Under Lina's almost simultaneous translation, Fucheng and Betty communicated very smoothly.
Fu Cheng: "According to the information, twenty-three years ago, you were in the middle economy class, seat number was 65J, do you still have any memory?"
"Well, remember, I'm by the window."
"So what were you doing when the plane took off?"
"My first time on a plane, I looked out."
"What do you see?"
"It was daytime," Betty said deadpan, "and I was looking out the window. The wing was in front of me, and I could see the wing and the ground. By the time the plane was in the air, the ground was getting smaller. Then suddenly, A very small piece of the plane's wing surface flew up and flew into the sky. After a while, there was a boom, and there was a fire under the wing. I saw the fire."
After Lina translated, Fu Cheng's expression sank, and he looked at the woman in front of him seriously: "Are you sure, you saw a small fragment flying up from the flap of the plane?"
Betty asked Fucheng numbly: "Flap?"
Fu Cheng took a piece of paper casually, folded the two sides in half, and used it as the wing of the plane. He pointed to the trailing edge of the paper: "Flap."
Betty: "Oh, it's flying."
Fu Cheng: "Recall how big that fragment is. Is it as big as this piece of paper?"
Betty looked at the paper in Fucheng's hand for a long time, then looked away. She raised her hand and stretched out a finger: "It's about the size of my fingernail."
Fucheng frowned.
Obviously he knew that what this woman said must be wrong.
Emirates Flight 411 was a Boeing 777 aircraft. This aircraft is a well-deserved giant of the sky, with ten people in a row and a 3-4-3 layout. The 65J seat where this woman was sitting was about ten meters away from the wing. Looking at the wing through the small window, because the reference object is different, the reference object after takeoff is the vast sky. If it was really a fragment the size of a fingernail, it would be impossible for her to see it, and it would only be instantly swallowed by the boundless sky.
This is a typical visual error. She couldn't judge the size of the fragments.
"Do a real machine experiment."
Fu Cheng turned his head and saw Zhuo Huan leaning on the back of the chair with his arms folded. Sensing Fu Cheng's gaze, he raised his eyes and said to him, "Go directly to Emirates, arrange for her to board the plane, and take another look."
Lina finds Maiha and tactfully asks him for UAAG.
Maiha immediately agreed: "Do you need to take off?"
Fu Cheng: "No, just board the plane directly. Then we will arrange a maintenance vehicle. We will stand on the rocker arm of the maintenance vehicle to conduct field experiments."
Maiha smiled and said: "Haha, that's easier. Of course, it doesn't matter even if you need to take off a plane. This is an accident of Emirates Airlines, and Emirates Airlines can cooperate."
Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows.
He suddenly realized that the wealth of this group of people might be far beyond his imagination.
Since it was just a static experiment, soon, everyone arrived at Dubai International Airport by car. There, Emirates parked two Boeing 777s in a maintenance warehouse.
After hearing Zhuo Huan's request, Ah Hang sent a staff member to cooperate with their work.
"Really don't need to take off, just drive to an open place? Of these two Boeing 777s, we plan to repair one and continue to use it, and the other has signed a contract, and it will be sold to flydubai after repairs. So the second one cannot Use it casually, but the first one can be used whatever you want, we can arrange to install fuel and take off for experiments at any time."
Lina translated the words of the Emirates employee to everyone.
Su Fei's eyes widened: "You don't need fuel for riding a horse? You don't need money for taking off? Why do you think it's easier for them to fly a plane than it is for me to go out for a meal?"
Fu Cheng: "Perhaps in Ah Hang's eyes, the cost of flying a plane is no different from the cost of going out to eat in your eyes."
Su Fei: "..."
These local tyrants in the UAE are not human!
Of course, this time it is just a simple experiment, only need to drive the plane to a place with a wide field of view, let the sky become a reference, there is no need to actually fly the plane.
Lina boarded the plane with Betty and Su Fei. On the other side, Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan stood on the rocker arm of the maintenance truck. After they stabilized, the pilot activated the rocker, sending them to the right wing of the aircraft. At this time, Fucheng looked towards the direction of the plane's cabin, and saw Su Fei standing at the small window of seat 65J, waving vigorously to him.
Through the intercom, Lina's voice sounded: "It's almost here. She said it should be here. She saw debris flying out."
The rocker stopped suddenly, Zhuo Huan didn't hold on to the railing because his hands were in his pockets. Due to inertia, his body fell backwards, and he immediately took his hand out of his pocket. Before he could touch the railing, a hand firmly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
Raising his head, he saw the surprised and concerned eyes of the young man.
"Teacher Zhuo, are you okay?"
Zhuo Huan gave him a steady look, and raised the corners of his lips: "Yes."
After determining the location, the experiment will begin next.
Fucheng has prepared a lot of black iron sheets of various sizes, and he will place them on the wings one by one for Betty to confirm. However, he had just picked up an A4 sheet of iron and was about to put it on, when suddenly, a warm body leaned against his back.
The body froze suddenly.
He didn't lean up completely, but leaned forward slightly, leaned sideways, and stood leaning against him.
Fucheng was silent for a moment: "Teacher Zhuo, what are you relying on me for?"
Zhuo Huan said calmly, "I'm afraid of falling again."
Fu Cheng: "Now the rocker arm is not moving, it is fixed."
"What if it moves."
"..."
Fu Cheng: "Hold on to the railing."
Zhuohuan: "Oh, don't help, it's dirty."
Su Fei's face appeared in front of the window, and he looked at the two people ten meters away. From his point of view, he couldn't see how the two of them were tightly attached to each other. Similarly, because of the height, the old Joseph and the Emirates staff standing on the ground couldn't see what they were doing.
Su Fei picked up the walkie-talkie: "Hey, Brother Fu, why haven't you started yet?"
Not caring about the man leaning on him anymore, Fucheng put the A4 black paper on the wing with a blank expression.
In the airplane cabin, survivors with tired eyes leaned against the window, just like twenty-three years ago, looking at the wings flying in the blue sky by the window.
The next moment, Lina's voice sounded from the walkie-talkie: "She said it doesn't look like it."
After about seven experiments, I found the fingernail-sized fragment in Betty's mouth.
The rocker arm of the maintenance truck buzzed, and Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan returned to the ground together.
Old Joseph held the A5-sized sheet of iron: "Have you ever seen such a big fingernail?"
Lina: "If the blue whale had fingernails, maybe it would be this big?" Lina turned her head after she finished speaking, and her gaze stayed on Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan for a moment. She raised her red lips: "Okay, then let's go back to the investigation headquarters."
The sudden witnesses brought a new twist to the closed case of the Emirates 411 crash. But the witness could provide very few clues. What she said from the beginning to the end was that she saw such a "small" fragment before the engine exploded, flew off the wing in advance, and sought freedom.
Fucheng asked a few more questions carefully, and Betty was very cooperative. As long as you ask, she will definitely answer. It's just that she can't remember many things after twenty-three years. The only thing that is still fresh in my memory, as if engraved on my brain, is that "little" fragment.
At the end of the inquiry, Maiha sent Betty out of the GCAA headquarters, and Fucheng watched her back, disappearing among the tall buildings.
Lina: "It is said that in half a month, she will be deported back to Yemen."
Fucheng turned to look at her.
Lina said casually: "Yemen, one of the poorest countries in the world. Maiha told me that twenty-four years ago, she was adopted by a Dubai businessman and came here to be his mistress. It's just a pity that five Years later, the rich businessman abandoned her. She refused to leave here and return to Yemen, so she became a prostitute. After a few years of youth, she will work as a dishwasher and cleaner, barely paying the document fees and fees for smugglers. Rent. The smuggler was arrested last month and confessed to her and many stowaways. She was supposed to be deported back to Yemen last month, and then she talked about it and was released on bail by GCAA, Can stay in Dubai for another month.”
Old Joseph sighed: "I would rather be a prostitute than go home. No matter how bad it is, there is still a home."
What Su Fei is more concerned about is: "I knew that she must be very beautiful when she was young! I think her eyes are beautiful."
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng said, "Being born in poverty is not necessarily a good thing."
Everyone returned to the investigation headquarters.
All the materials have been sorted out, and the ninety-six data boxes are all placed on the metal bookshelf, waiting to be browsed.
Zhuo Huan: "Everyone, read all these materials."
UAAG people: "..."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes: "Including the investigators sent by GCAA to re-investigate the accident."
Maiha et al.: “…”
Maiha stood up, originally wanting to plead for his colleagues, such as not reading unnecessary materials. But Zhuo Huan looked at him first, and said, "When will the NTSB people arrive?"
Maha's expression suddenly froze on his face.
Seeing his reaction, Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows.
Meha said awkwardly: "Well, Mr. Patrick, I haven't told you about this. The NTSB... Actually, we didn't tell them that there were new witnesses."
Everyone in UAAG was stunned.
Zhuo Huan: "This is a Boeing plane, and NTSB is qualified to intervene, and there are 66 Americans on board, including 4 victims."
Maiha: "This matter is more complicated. First of all, it is related to smuggling. There was a problem with the identity investigation of the Immigration Administration and the Civil Aviation Administration. This..." He hesitated for a long time, "This is a scandal. A stowaway in the We ran under our noses and were not found. Once the report goes out, it will definitely affect the image of the government." It will also affect the person in charge at the time.
Zhuo Huan sneered: "Is it just such a stupid reason?"
Maiha was stunned, he thought for a while, and slowed down his voice: "This is also protecting the survivor. Once it is known to the public, she clearly saw the clues of the accident 23 years ago, but she did not provide them. She will definitely be punished." Condemn. The families of the victims may embarrass her too."
Zhuohuan stopped his smile and stared at Maiha without saying a word.
Maiha wiped the sweat from his brow, and said in a low voice: "And...maybe after the investigation, it may be found that the appearance of this witness did not affect the investigation results of the year? Maybe it's still the same ending?"
There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Zhuo Huan's mouth, and he mocked: "In 1998, the Emirates Airline 411 crash, the cause of the accident announced by NTSB and GCAA was that a blade of the low-pressure fan of the engine had an accidental quality problem with a very low probability. Fractured, caught in the engine, and caused the engine to explode...”
"You told me that before the engine exploded, someone saw a piece of debris the size of your face flying out above the wing. Could this have nothing to do with the accident?!"
"How did you get into GCAA, tsk, idiot."
Maiha was blushed by what he said, and his body trembled. After Zhuo Huan finished speaking, he flung his sleeves away, and the door slammed down on the door frame with a loud bang.
Fu Cheng's eyes sank, he raised his steps and chased after him.
Lina immediately said: "Sorry Meha, Reid didn't do it on purpose, he is just so unreasonable. However, in fact, I can't understand why you didn't make this matter public, and didn't even tell the NTSB who investigated it back then. The NTSB investigation They have a lot of experience, and they must have a lot of information about this accident in their database, and even you don't."
Maiha felt his face was extremely hot. He had lived for nearly forty years, and he hadn't been scolded like this for a long time. He said embarrassingly: "I don't blame Mr. Patrick, but this incident is really complicated, there is a smuggling incident, and I also want to protect witnesses..."
Lina smiled softly: "Is there really a reason, to protect witnesses?"
Maiha froze, he slowly raised his head, looked at Lina, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
On the other side, Fu Cheng chased after Zhuo Huan the moment he rushed out of the door, but Zhuo Huan walked too fast, when he came to the corridor, he only saw the back of the other party striding away.
After searching for a while, Fucheng found him on the balcony on the second floor of the GCAA headquarters.
Leaning against the marble railing, the distance is the boundless blue ocean. Among the surging waves, snow-white seagulls broke through the waves.
While smoking a cigarette, Zhuo Huan looked indifferently at the sea and seabirds in the distance.
Fu Cheng looked at him for a while, then walked over.
"Teacher Zhuo, Maiha is just an investigator. He doesn't disclose clues and doesn't contact NTSB. It's not up to him to decide. What's the use of you getting angry with him."
Zhuo Huan didn't look at him, and lightly exhaled a puff of white smoke.
Fu Cheng was silent: "You haven't smoked for a long time."
Zhuo Huan finally opened his mouth, he sneered and said, "I haven't been with you for 24 hours, you just didn't see it."
Fu Cheng: "Smoking is bad for your health."
As if hearing something funny, Zhuo Huan turned to look at him: "You are telling me that smoking is bad? You don't fucking smoke? You look like a good student and gentle on the surface, but what are you doing in private? do not know?"
Fu Cheng looked at him expressionlessly: "When you encounter something you don't like, you get angry. Are you thirty years old this year, Zhuo Huan?"
"none of your business."
"Then what's the use of being angry at me?"
"Then you fucking saw me angry, you even caught up, and you didn't just rush up to kiss me and tell me to turn off the fire. Do you understand, Fu..."
The hot lips quickly sealed the next words, Fu Cheng raised his head, closed his eyes, and decisively and resolutely used actions to stop this person from speaking. However, where Zhuo Huan couldn't see, his fingers were trembling slightly, and he was not as timid as he appeared on the surface.
Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he grabbed the back of the young man's head, pressed him against the marble railing, and kissed him hard. Licking, biting and sucking with the tip of the tongue, the saliva pulled out ambiguous silver threads between the lips, the clear and clean breath belonging to the youth, mixed in the damp and astringent sea breeze, and passed into Zhuo Huan's nasal cavity.
After a long time, the four lips parted, and Fucheng panted lightly. There was not much expression on his face, and the clouds were calm. Except for his slightly flushed face and slightly red and swollen lips due to lack of oxygen, there was nothing that could be seen that he had been violent with others just now. Kiss.
Zhuo Huan breathed calmly, looked at the calm young man in front of him with calm eyes.
He smiled suddenly, put his hands on Fu Cheng's face, lowered his head slightly, forcing his eyes to meet.
Then, word by word was squeezed out from between the teeth.
"You're a fucking badass."