With a "snap", there was a burning pain on the back of the hand.
Zhuo Huan withdrew his hand, but was not angry because of being beaten.
After opening the man's hand, the black-haired young man glanced at him with calm eyes. On the elegant and delicate face, the expression was indifferent and unwavering.
Fucheng's back was pressed against the marble railing of the balcony, and his chest was pressed tightly by this man, he was locked in this small space. Too close a distance makes the auras on both sides almost inevitably entangled.
"Fucheng."
The hoarse male voice proclaimed his name in an extremely ambiguous tone.
Fucheng raised his head.
Zhuo Huan: "It's for you." He took out a thin card from his pocket, stared at the young man in front of him without moving his eyes, and at the same time held the card in one hand, put it along the trouser leg, and put it gently into the pocket. In Fucheng's trouser pocket.
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng said, "What is it?"
Zhuohuan said "Oh": "The room card."
Fucheng: "..."
Zhuo Huan got up, he smiled lightly, put his hands in his pockets, and turned happily towards the balcony door.
Behind him, the lips of the black-haired young man moved, and he pursed his lips tightly, but he couldn't say a word in the end.
Fu Cheng followed.
By the time the two returned to the investigation headquarters, Old Joseph and the others had already started looking at the accident investigation data of the Emirates 411 crash. Seeing them come back, Lina raised her head, a little surprised: "Reid, you seem to be in a good mood."
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Is there any?"
Lina smiled and said, "Yes."
Su Feizai observed carefully for a long time: "Why, why can't I see that RIP is in a good mood, isn't it still the face of 'the biggest dad in the world'?"
Old Joseph saw Fu Cheng enter the house, he raised his hand and waved vigorously: "Fu, you are back. I want to ask you something, you interviewed the witness, oh yes, she seems to be called Betty? You guys When interviewing that Betty, what did she say specifically, and what was her reaction at the time?"
Fu Cheng strode past Zhuo Huan and walked to Old Joseph's desk: "Which one do you say?"
"It's the part where she sees the shards..."
The brisk walking brought up a gust of wind, Zhuo Huan smelled it: hey, it still smells like verbena.
Before Zhuohuan left, he quarreled with GCAA investigator Maiha, but Maiha was not angry. Seeing Zhuo Huan come back, he was still a little nervous, for fear that he would reprimand himself again. Suddenly, seeing Zhuo Huan walking towards him, he held his breath for an instant, as if a pot of charcoal was roasting under the chair, he couldn't sit still.
But Zhuo Huan walked up to him, stopped, and said: "It's okay not to make it public, NTSB must contact you."
Maiha froze suddenly, raised his head: "Mr. Patrick?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly: "NTSB has been established for more than 60 years, and their aircraft accident investigation technology and experience far exceed yours. Twenty-three years ago, the Emirates Airline 411 crash was not so much NTSB assisting you in the investigation, as it was The NTSB is investigating. What you have is the result of their investigation. Maybe a lot of confidential technical information has been taken away by them."
Maiha froze.
Zhuo Huan: "It is not necessary to make it public now, but if there is no assistance from the NTSB, there is almost no possibility of finding out the truth about this air crash."
Mayha wondered: "This is not something I can decide on my own, Mr. Patrick, it is related to many things."
Zhuohuan: "You are responsible for solving it."
Maiha: "..."
Throwing down an understatement, Zhuo Huan turned around and left, leaving behind Maiha who was tangled in pain.
The Arab man had a sad face and a heavy heart, and his thick black eyebrows were tightly clenched, which could kill insects. However, not long after, a beautiful blond woman walked up to him and asked in a gentle voice, "You seem to be very troubled, Maiha, is there anything I can do for you?"
Maiha raised his head: "Lina?"
Lina blinked: "Let me and you solve the GCAA executives and the government. It's not too late. Let's do it today, but I will trouble you to lead the way. I don't know the way."
Meha was moved: "Lina, I really don't know how to thank you."
Lina smiled softly: "You're welcome, Reid asked me to help you. This time, I'm not trying to speak nicely for him. He has a bad temper and is annoying, but he's not really that unreasonable , he did send me a message just now, asking me to assist you in this matter. In fact, if you didn't say "you are considering witnesses" just now, he should not be so angry. Compared with ignoring the truth , high-ranking officials who only want to seek their own interests, and he hates hypocritical liars who use kindness as a cover to lie."
Mahatma immediately blushed, but was speechless.
Yes, of the three reasons he gave Zhuo Huan just now, only the first one is the real reason.
Who cares about a stowaway who is about to be extradited back to Yemen? How she was scolded by the public, how she was swallowed up by the wrath of the families of the victims, what does it have to do with those high-ranking officials
As for the third reason... Maiha himself didn't believe it. The debris that flew out of the plane before the explosion had nothing to do with this air crash? If there is really no relationship, or the possibility of connection is unlikely, it is impossible for the GCAA to reopen the case 23 years ago.
They reopened the case because everyone knew that the truth about the Emirates 411 crash must not have been found out 23 years ago. At least, not just that.
So, without publicity, do not contact the NTSB.
The real reason was to save the face of GCAA and everyone involved with it at the time.
Mahah was silent, and stood up: "Let's go, maybe we will be busy for a long time, so we have to do it quickly."
Lina looked at his determined expression, and said with a smile: "I think you may not know a word?"
"What words?"
"No matter what happens... trust Lina."
***
"On July 11, 1998, Emirates Airline 411 took off from Dubai International Airport and flew to Sydney. Five minutes after takeoff, just entering the climbing phase, it crashed." Fucheng said while reading the information: "At that time the plane Just after taking off, the fuel tank was filled with 12 tons of gasoline. The weather in Dubai was hot. After the firefighters arrived at the scene, they could only try their best to rescue the people on board, but they could not extinguish the fire on the fuselage. So, within an hour of the crash, Afterwards, Emirates 411 exploded."
Old Joseph asked: "What is the explosive equivalent of 12 tons of aviation fuel?"
Fu Cheng flipped through the information at the back, looked up and answered him: "I don't think you want to know the answer. Three minutes before the explosion, all the passengers who still had vital signs were rescued. But in the end, 38 people died, including Six people, including a firefighter, were killed by the blast that followed."
After being rescued, they left the burning plane as quickly as possible.
But with the shockwave alone, the horrific explosion claimed the lives of six victims.
Old Joseph: "I saw the photos of the wreckage of the plane in the data, and they were all black. Although the plane did not fall into the sea, it made the work of searching for evidence much easier. All the wreckage of the plane in the desert was found. But it was blown into this Now, with the accident investigation technology from 23 years ago, can you detect anything?"
"Barely detectable."
Everyone looked up at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan was sitting by the window, he was chewing gum while rocking the swivel chair, and said in a calm voice, "Twenty-three years ago, even the NTSB with the most advanced equipment and technology faced a plane that was almost scrapped. There's only so much you can find out. Otherwise you wouldn't have made the stupid mistake of not finding a piece of iron that had been stripped from the wing before it crashed."
Su Fei: "What happened to the black box back then?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "It's gone."
Su Fei: "???"
"No, what does it mean to explode?"
Fucheng answered his question. He opened a record and handed it to Su Fei: "When the plane hit the ground, the black box was already damaged. The rescuers at that time didn't have time to find the black box. They went to save people first." .And you know, as soon as everyone was rescued, the plane exploded in three minutes. Then, the black box was blown up like this."
Su Fei lowered his head and looked at the photo on the information: "..."
The horse was blown to black and split into three pieces. Is it the black box of the plane
Su Fei still finds it unbelievable, he has never seen such a miserable black box: "Is Boeing really not cutting corners? According to the regulations, the black box of an aircraft must have excellent shock and vibration resistance. In the case of a peak value of 3400g, it must be able to withstand at least 6.5ms!"
Old Joseph patted him on the shoulder: "12 tons of aviation dye, bang, it exploded in an instant, feel it."
Su Fei: "..."
"Maybe Boeing really cut corners."
Su Fei turned his head: "RIP?!"
Zhuo Huan then threw the file folder and slid it on the table a few centimeters, he lazily said: "The upper surface of the wing has been peeled off, and the reason found out afterwards is that the fan blades of the engine broke accidentally... Ah, yes, In 1996, Emirates Airline ordered 35 Boeing 777 aircraft from Boeing, perhaps in order to meet the delivery order, so they cut corners? It is not impossible.”
All investigators present: "..."
I am afraid that only Uncle Zhuo in this world dares to openly slander Boeing for manufacturing fake and substandard products in public.
No one dared to take Master Zhuo's words.
Fucheng continued to look at the information: "The subsequent investigation took a year and a half. It seems that the damaged aircraft has indeed caused great difficulties for the investigators. In the end, an investigator carefully inspected the engine on the right side. Some blade fragments from the low-pressure fan were found in the ground. After the experiment, it was confirmed that these fragments were the culprit for the explosion of the right-hand engine of the aircraft."
In 1998, Emirates Airline 411 crashed.
The final investigation found that the low-pressure fan blade of the engine on the right side of the aircraft was caught in the tail vertebrae of the aircraft due to a very accidental and difficult-to-reproduce sudden metal fracture. This in turn caused the right engine to explode and the plane crashed.
Afterwards, NTSB and Boeing conducted many studies, but they still failed to find out how the fan blade broke.
They had been blown to pieces, and it was impossible to experiment with metal materials with the technology at the time.
In the end, the official result was: accidental and irreproducible metal fractures, suspected to be caused by inferior materials.
This involves the issue of engine factory quality inspection.
As a top manufacturer in the field of aircraft engines, Rolls-Royce is very confident in the quality of its products.
However, when there is no end to all roads, everyone can only look back and attribute the cause to the quality problem of the Rolls-Royce engine.
Rolls-Royce fought a lawsuit with Boeing because of this, and finally paid 350,000 US dollars in compensation. The compensation was very low, because the jury was not sure whether it was really the quality of the engine, and the jury was very divided. However, in any case, Rolls-Royce lost a sum of money after all, which also damaged the corporate image of Rolls-Royce that year.
For three days in a row, everyone was looking up information about the Emirates 411 crash.
The more he watched, the more Fucheng realized that there was a lot behind this air crash.
Boeing, Emirates, NTSB, UAE Immigration Authority, Rolls Royce…
If twenty-three years later, the ending is really reversed, then its impact may be immeasurable.
Three days later, Lina and Mahah successfully persuaded the UAE authorities to contact the NTSB without disclosing the investigation. As for how to keep the NTSB secret, that is a matter for the UAE authorities.
With ninety-six boxes of accident investigation materials, almost all the investigators lived in the investigation headquarters and had no time to rest.
Until the fourth day, Lina came back.
As soon as she entered the investigation headquarters, Lina's expression changed suddenly and she almost suffocated. Holding her breath, she quickly walked into the exclusive office of UAAG. "Huh, huh, I'm alive." The blonde gasped, and the next second, she saw Zhuo Huan who was sitting by the window reading information, and walked over angrily: "Reid, how long have those people outside been home?" ?!"
Zhuo Huan: "Huh? It's none of my business, how do I know."
Su Fei was lying on the table, looking at the information with his eyelids closed, and said weakly: "It's been three days."
Lina couldn't believe it: "Three days?! They haven't showered for three days?!"
"Because we were ordered to read all these materials in the fastest time, there is no time to waste. And Lina..." Old Joseph: "In fact, we haven't been back to the hotel for three days... Of course, we wash After taking a bath, we wash every day! But I don’t know about the group of people outside.”
Lina covered her mouth, she looked at Zhuo Huan, and said angrily: "Reid, you promised me at the beginning, you ensure that your subordinates take a bath at least once every two days, even if he has any special beliefs!"
Zhuo Huan: "They take a bath every day." He pointed at Fu Cheng, Su Fei and Old Joseph with his chin.
Lina: "What about the outside?!"
Zhuo Huan: "They are not my subordinates."
Lina: "Now they are! I, order you, immediately, immediately, let them go home! Go and give me a bath! Change into clean clothes! Otherwise, Reid·Ivrin·Patrick, you, die, die!"
Zhuohuan: "..."
Zhuo Huan's face darkened: "Lina, you know I don't like anyone shouting at me in public..."
"Shut up!" Lina shouted angrily.
Zhuohuan: "..."
Three minutes later, the GCAA investigators, who hadn't been home for three days and three nights and had been drunk, were suddenly ordered to go home immediately, take a shower, rest, change their clothes, and come back to work in the afternoon. Hearing this order, they couldn't believe it at first, thinking they had another sweet dream. Until Zhuo Huan repeated it again, they cheered and disappeared into the investigation headquarters within a few seconds.
Lina found a cleaner and cleaned the outside office area carefully, not sparing any corner. She also opened the windows to ventilate the room to dissipate the smell of men's sweat in the room.
She really couldn't believe that these people could become like this after she was away for three days!
Back to the hotel at night, Zhuo Huan was the last one to go.
Uncle Zhuo is always like this. He seems to be very busy every day. In addition to looking at the information of Emirates 411, he often receives some emails and even has frequent phone conferences with others. Once he has something to do temporarily and finds a secluded place to talk to someone, Lina will ask the driver to wait for him for a while, and when he comes back, we will all go back to the hotel together.
But today, after waiting for ten minutes, no one came back.
Su Fei: "I'm so hungry. I miss the seafood restaurant at the Burj Al Arab. It's the one where I have to take a submarine to go there. Oh, I've waited so long for RIP, so post a Moments scolding him."
Old Joseph: "I know your point is not to scold Reid, but to tell your friends that you are going to the seafood restaurant soon."
Su Fei chuckled.
Lina: "Then let's go first."
Fu Cheng was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Lina?"
Lina smiled slightly: "Fu, don't worry, Reid is not a child anymore, doesn't he know how to get back to the hotel? Maybe he wants to stay at the investigation headquarters for another day."
Ten minutes later, Zhuo Huan walked out the door while looking at his phone. Walking to the side of the road, he raised his head and froze for a moment.
Looking around, the cold and handsome man turned on his phone and found a contact.
[Zhuo Huan: Where are you guys?]
[Lina: Su Fei is hungry, so we will leave first. Reid, you can take a taxi back by yourself, remember to leave the receipt, and I will reimburse you for the fare.]
Zhuohuan: "..."
What is he short of the taxi fare? !
Never piss off a woman unless you want to appreciate the fires of hell.
The next morning, Lina finally calmed down. However, everyone waited downstairs for ten minutes, but they didn't see Zhuo Huan.
Old Joseph: "Lina, is Reid mad at you?"
Lina frowned, took out her phone, and lowered her hair to send a message. After a while, she sighed, and looked at Fu Cheng: "Fu, Reid didn't respond to messages, maybe he was really angry. You live on the same floor as Reid, can you help me to see him."
"it is good."
Rolls-Royce waited downstairs, Fucheng swiped his card to go upstairs, and came to the door of Zhuo Huan's room.
He rang the doorbell and waited quietly for a few seconds, but there was no response from the room.
Fucheng rang the doorbell again, but there was still no response. The sound insulation effect of the door of the hotel room is excellent, even if Fu Cheng quietly put his ear on it, he couldn't hear a sound. He was silent and rang the doorbell again, but this time there was still no response.
Take out your phone and send a message.
[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo, I'm outside your door.]
In three minutes, nothing happened.
A voice call was sent directly, but no one answered until the voice call was automatically hung up after 30 seconds.
After a long silence, Fu Cheng took out the room card from his pocket.
With a beep, the door opened.
Putting his hand on the doorknob and thinking for a few seconds, the young man gritted his teeth, pressed the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered.
As soon as you enter, there is an entrance corridor covered with painted wool carpets, and several Roque-style oil paintings by famous artists are hung on the walls. Further forward is the spacious and bright living room. The suitcase was thrown here casually, leaning against the corner, and opened wide open very casually.
Passing by the study, Fu Cheng saw a watch from the corner of his eye. It was not the Patek Philippe they gave, nor the Audemars Piguet that Lina gave, but a Vacheron Constantin. It seems that this was the one that Zhuo Huan wore yesterday, and now it is casually thrown on the desk.
There are two bedrooms in the room, but one bedroom has the door open, only the master bedroom is closed.
Standing in front of the door for a long time, Fu Cheng pressed the door handle.
It was not locked.
A flash of surprise flashed in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, the door had already been pushed open.
The dim and gloomy light is like a gray tulle, covering everything in the room under it, covering it with a hazy mist. On the tea table in the room there were two laptop computers crooked. The computer screen was on, but the content on it could not be seen clearly.
Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the bed in the middle of the room.
The quilt raised a small hill slightly, Zhuo Huan was still sleeping.
Standing at the door of the room and pondering for a long time, Fucheng walked into the room calmly and tiptoed to the bedside. He called softly, "Teacher Zhuo."
No one responded.
Zhuo Huan pulled the quilt to the top of his head, and there was not a single hair in sight.
Fucheng's voice became louder: "Teacher Zhuo."
After a while.
"Teacher Zhuo!"
The rustling sound resounded instantly, Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, someone grabbed his wrist. In the next second, the world was spinning, his knees hit the edge of the soft bed, Fu Cheng's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell on the bed. He raised his head, and his eyes fell on a pair of blurred and dazed eyes.
His eyes widened, and his voice stopped abruptly.
The clock hanging on the wall of the living room, the second hand moved, making a ticking sound.
Zhuo Huan looked at the young man who was pressed under him through a quilt, his eyes gradually gained focus. He gradually became sober, turned his head sideways, and looked at Fucheng. The next moment, a deep laughter came out of his nasal cavity, with a hoarseness that had just woken up, he whispered: "Here we come."
Leaning down, he lowered his head and kissed the young man's lips.
Then, kissed Fu Cheng's palm.
This kiss, Zhuo Huan really fully woke up. He frowned, put one hand on Fu Cheng's side, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.
Fu Cheng lay on the bed and withdrew his hand. His eyes were calm and his voice was indifferent: "Mr. Zhuo, it's already the next morning. It's 10:30, Lina asked me to come up and call you."
Zhuo Huan frowned: "Oh."
He let go of Fu Cheng's hand, straightened his upper body, and reached for his clothes, as if he was about to start putting on his clothes.
Fu Cheng pursed his lips and propped himself up. Before he got out of bed, he heard a laptop beeping on the coffee table next to the bed. Zhuo Huan threw out the T-shirt he just got, and lay down beside the bed, reaching for the laptop, and dragging it to the edge of the coffee table.
From Fucheng's point of view, the man's smooth and beautiful back was hanging outside the bed, and the quilt covered the lower part of the waist, revealing a gloomy light.
There was not much fluctuation in his heart, and he moved to the side of the bed, trying to stand up.
"Fucheng, haven't you always wanted to know what I'm doing?"
The movement stopped, Fu Cheng looked down at the man.
"No, you misunderstood."
Zhuo Huan smiled, he didn't raise his head, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Fu Cheng's arm, pulled him to his side, and lay on the side of the bed as well. Fu Cheng froze suddenly, but Zhuo Huan pointed at the computer screen: "Do you know what this is?"
Fu Cheng turned his head, followed the direction of his finger, and looked at the computer screen.
In an instant, complex and huge numbers and symbols, as well as various incomprehensible graphics and curves, filled his field of vision. The entire computer screen is filled with various mathematical calculations and physical formulas.
Fu Cheng opened his mouth: "... I don't understand."
Zhuo Huan let out a soft "Oh", he put one hand on Fu Cheng's shoulder, his long hair slipped past his eyes.
"Analysis of the fluid movement of the wreckage of Rogge 318."
Heart trembling violently, Fu Cheng turned his head and looked at the man beside him.
Zhuo Huan looked at the computer screen in a very casual tone, and said, "Including seawater flow, ocean current movement, marine meteorology, weather changes in the Canadian sea area in the past four and a half years, etc... Laplace said, as long as you know every day in the universe The exact position and momentum of an atom can be calculated to show the entire process of cosmic events, calculate the past, and predict the future. Everything in the world can be calculated." The voice paused, and he turned to look at Fucheng: " Understand?"
Fu Cheng's throat was dry, and he stared at him with clear eyes.
Zhuo Huan: "In short, to put it simply, I want to figure out... where is Rogge 318."
There was a long silence, and it was almost impossible to suppress the rapid breathing with all his strength. Fu Cheng didn't know what to say, and didn't even dare to meet the man's eyes. His gaze shifted downwards, and...
Fucheng: "..."
"Mr. Zhuo, do you like to sleep naked?"
Zhuo Huan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Yes."
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Harm, today is also the day to make Fucheng love me more, using props: my body and my talent.
Fu Chengcheng: Only talent! No body!