The two returned to Zhuo Huan's room.
In the room, all the lights are off, only the study room is lit. There are two laptops on the desk, and another on the coffee table opposite the desk. Power lines and data lines were connected everywhere. After Zhuo Huan returned to the room, he stopped talking to Fu Cheng. He sat on the swivel chair, tapped the keyboard a few times, looked at the video camera of the notebook, and said :"I am back."
He spoke English, but after a while, there was a voice from the computer speakers.
"Patrick, I have sent you a picture of the wreckage of the plane found 200 nautical miles east of Old Harbor in the Gulf of Alaska this morning. According to our preliminary identification, it should belong to the left wing of the plane, but we cannot confirm whether it is a McFly F485."
Zhuo Huan: "There are not many large planes that crashed in the waters of Canada and the United States. Since the last century, only the Rogge 318 has not been found." He raised his head and said to Fucheng while talking: "The photo It has been sent to that computer, you receive it and process it, I want to see high-definition pictures."
Fu Cheng nodded, sat on the sofa, and started to manipulate the laptop on the coffee table.
Three minutes later, Zhuo Huan carefully identified the photo sent by Fucheng, and a few seconds later, he raised his head with serious eyes: "It's the left wing of Maifei F485."
After hearing this sentence, in the video conference, the staff of the salvage company and Professor Robert Gatsby became serious.
Robert said: "I have notified Gal, he will be in the laboratory soon, and should be able to join the video immediately."
Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man with reddish-brown hair and glasses also joined the video conference. He is Gal Fortes, a well-known Australian marine dynamics expert. During the connection, Professor Gal said with a sullen face, "Time is short, so I'll make a long story short. The North Pacific warm current runs from east to west, and after hitting the west coast of the United States, it is divided into two streams. The warm current that spreads northward is the Alaska warm current. .It’s April and the Alaskan Current is at about 25-60% of the frequency, and the velocity…”
In the spacious and bright study room, there was silence.
Fu Cheng raised his head and looked at the man sitting behind the desk.
At some point, Zhuo Huan put on his glasses, and he stroked his long hair and tied it behind his head. Frowning tightly, he didn't look at the laptop that was running the video conference, but tapped his fingers on another computer while listening to what the other party said in the video.
Professor Gal: "I asked the students to sort out the ocean current movement map of the Gulf of Alaska in the last ten days, and I will send it to you in half an hour."
Professor Robert: "I have contacted the U.S. Weather Service and asked them for the latest weather report and specific wind direction and speed data."
Zhuo Huan said "hmm" softly, his fingers were still typing quickly on the computer. Without raising his head, he suddenly said: "Fucheng, draw this page of data into a graph for me, and send it to your mailbox."
Fu Cheng: "Okay."
After another three minutes, Zhuo Huan stopped and looked at the person in charge of the salvage company, Professor Gal and Professor Robert in the video.
Zhuo Huan: "I hope that within three days, the salvage area can be reduced to 50 square kilometers."
Lawrence, the person in charge of the salvage company, frowned, shook his head and said, "It's too big, this range."
Professor Garr said: "50 square kilometers is very difficult, and more importantly, it will take at least a month to carry out carpet salvage in an area of 50 square kilometers. At that time, it will be the summer monsoon, and the cold current of the Thousand Islands will be more gentle, but the tropical Pacific Monsoons and storms are coming."
Professor Robert said: "It is unrealistic, and it is impossible for a supercomputer to calculate such a huge amount of data within three days. And to be honest, Reid, a bad news, the supercomputer is being requisitioned recently."
Zhuo Huan frowned: "What are you doing?"
"I can't tell you this, I have signed a non-disclosure agreement."
"Shit!"
When Professor Robert mentioned this, the other three people in the video conference all understood that the supercomputer at the University of California was probably being requisitioned by the US government.
Clutching his hair impatiently, Zhuo Huan stood up and paced back and forth. Finally, he stopped and put his hands on the desk: "It's finally an opportunity, I don't want to miss it a third time."
Hearing this, Fu Cheng raised his head.
During the video conference, everyone was silent for a moment.
"Reid/Patrick, we don't want to miss a third either."
Throughout the night, from eleven o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Huan never took his eyes off the laptop. The video conference is always on, but everyone is busy with their work. From time to time, someone completes part of the work, and then everyone summarizes it together, and then continues to work on their own.
In the crystal ashtray on the desk, cigarette butts kept stacking up.
Fucheng walked to the western-style kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and when he returned to the study, he saw the man lying on the sofa. He paused, and then relaxed all his movements when he moved again. Walking lightly to the desk, Fu Cheng gently put down the coffee cup, looked up, and saw that the video conference had ended at some point.
The table was full of scattered white papers, many of which floated to the ground, and even more were crumpled up and thrown in every corner of the room.
Fucheng picked up the uncrumpled white paper and put it on the table. He picked up one and looked at it, and he recognized the formula on it.
Navier-Stokes equations.
That is, the differential form equation of motion of viscous fluid.
However, looking further down, it is mixed with various other physical equations, and most of them, which have nothing to do with aerodynamics, can't understand it.
Pick them up one by one and put them on the table.
Fu Cheng walked to the sofa, his gaze paused for a few seconds on the man's peaceful sleeping face, then he picked up the blanket thrown on the ground, ready to cover him up.
"woke up."
Fu Cheng's hand holding the blanket stopped, he raised his head, and saw that Zhuo Huan had opened his eyes at some point and was looking down at him. His eyes were extremely tired, his head rested on a pillow, and he just turned slightly sideways, looking at him.
Fucheng: "Mr. Zhuo, when did you wake up?"
Zhuo Huan: "The moment you entered the door."
"... so early?" He deliberately lightened his movements and barely made any sound.
Zhuo Huan supported the sofa with one hand, sat up halfway, and rubbed his temple with the other hand: "I have a neurasthenia, and anyone will wake up the moment they enter the room."
Fucheng picked up the blanket from the ground and put it on the single sofa beside him. Suddenly he seemed to think of something, raised his head and asked, "Then last time I came to your room to wake you up, I yelled several times."
The movement of rubbing his temples stopped abruptly, Zhuo Huan let go of his hand, he leaned on the sofa, raised his head and smiled at Fu Cheng.
"Oh, I woke up early, but I didn't want to talk to you. I thought you were so noisy at the time."
"..."
Fucheng: "How is the situation of Rogge 318?"
Zhuohuan stretched out his hand: "Help me get a cigarette, it's on the table."
Fu Cheng: "Smoking is not good, you have been smoking all night."
"Smoking refreshes me, I'm sleepy."
Fu Cheng walked over, took the coffee on the desk, and handed it over.
Zhuo Huan didn't answer, but looked up at him.
The handsome and handsome young man lowered his head, and the dim light came retrograde behind him, hazy and beautiful.
Fu Cheng: "Then drink coffee."
Zhuo Huan stared at him intently, and after a while, took the coffee cup.
Fu Cheng sat on the single sofa beside him: "The third time, what does it mean?"
Zhuo Huan leaned on the pillow, leaned lazily on the sofa, looked at him sideways: "Didn't you hear that?"
Fucheng was silent for a moment.
Fucheng: "It means that the wreckage of Rogge 318 has been found twice, and this is the third time?"
Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee: "To be precise, the wreckage has been found three times since the official salvage work ended a year ago. As for how many times the wreckage was found by the government before the salvage stopped, don't you know?"
The man looked at him with a half-smile, Fu Cheng was silent, and said a number: "6 times."
Yes, since the disappearance of Rogge 318 five years ago, officials have found its wreckage a total of six times.
On the sixth day after the plane disappeared, on the coast of Canada, a broken suitcase floated to the shore. It was later confirmed that it belonged to Rogge 318 Airlines; on the 17th day, on the coast of Alaska, the drinking water bottle of Rogge 318 drifted to shore...
Within three months, its wreckage appeared a total of five times!
And even a year after the plane crashed, its wreckage has resurfaced.
But every time, no one can find it.
With a salvage area of 500 square kilometers and an ocean as big as half of China, Rogge 318 sank silently to the bottom of the sea like a drop of water melting into the ocean.
Zhuo Huan drank his coffee and said lightly: "The work we are doing now is to calculate the approximate location of the aircraft and narrow down the salvage area on the basis of finding the wreckage. So you heard it just now, this is the third time we have found the wreckage .”
Fu Cheng: "The first two times."
Zhuo Huan's eyes were calm, he looked at him without any ups and downs, his tone was casual, even with a hint of a smile: "I didn't find it."
Fucheng paused for a long time, and finally asked: "What about this time?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him and said with a smile, "I don't know." He shook the empty coffee cup in his hand, "Fucheng, it's gone."
Fu Cheng was silent for a while, got up and took the cup in Zhuo Huan's hand, and went to the western-style kitchen. When he came back, the lights and computer in the study were still on, but he didn't see anyone. Fu Cheng was stunned, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and go to the bedroom to have a look, but someone grabbed his wrist.
The coffee cup fell to the ground suddenly, and the brown liquid soaked the expensive Italian wool carpet, and soon faded away.
Zhuo Huan was leaning against the wall beside the door, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and holding Fu Cheng's hand with one hand.
Looking at the smoke in his mouth, Fu Cheng pursed his lips slightly, and was about to speak when the man chuckled, grabbed his wrist, turned over and pressed him against the wall. With a cigarette in his right hand and Fu Cheng's hand in his left hand, Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed his lips.
The gloomy smell of smoke permeated the mouths of the two who were close together, Fucheng was stunned for a moment, but within a short distance, the man closed his eyes slightly, and the thick and long eyelashes almost brushed the bridge of his nose. It was an ambiguous and lingering kiss, soft and fragrant, Fu Cheng slowly closed his eyes, for some reason, for the first time, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, hugged the man's waist, raised his head and kissed back gently.
The temperature gradually rose, and the biting and sucking between the lips and tongue gradually became uncontrollable.
"Fuck!"
Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, and he directly threw the cigarette in his right hand. The unburned cigarette butt landed on the wool carpet, burning a small black hole in an instant, and then the evil was overwhelming, and the high-grade wool blanket worth thousands of dollars extinguished the spark.
Then, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
Zhuo Huan hugged the young man's thin waist with one hand, stroked his cheek with the other hand, gently rubbed the sensitive eye tip with his fingertips. The stroking of the fingers gradually fell down, and the hands naturally hugged the young man's waist.
Pajamas are always so easy to take off, or in other words, it is designed, no matter whether the object is a man or a woman, it always exists for taking off.
Fucheng felt that his senses were swallowed up by the heavy smell of smoke, the bitter and dry smell, it seemed that it was not the smell of smoke, the overwhelming smell belonged to Zhuo Huan.
It's Zhuohuan.
He raised his head and kissed the man back, but suddenly, the pajamas were lifted off, and his sensitive skin was directly touched, and he trembled and flinched. His sanity returned in an instant, his heart trembled violently, Fu Cheng subconsciously turned his head to avoid the man's aggressive and delicate kiss.
Zhuo Huan stopped moving.
In the narrow space, the two looked at each other.
The panting sounds were almost entangled, and it was impossible to distinguish each other's breathing.
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadfastly, but there was a strong color in his clear eyes. This gaze was naked and direct, Fu Cheng avoided his gaze.
Zhuo Huan suddenly smiled, he hugged Fu Cheng's waist, pressed him against the wall, and said softly: "What do you mean?"
After a few seconds.
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, and suddenly said: "The carpet is broken."
Zhuo Huan was not even interested in looking at the imported Italian carpet under his feet, he bit his voice: "Fucheng, how long do you want me to wait for you?"
Fu Cheng was silent for a long time, then raised his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"It's almost five o'clock, go take a shower, Teacher Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan didn't move, just looked at him and hugged his waist.
Fucheng looked at him quietly: "I'll go investigate the headquarters later, at six o'clock, and the experiment with Professor Jinna...won't you go?"
After a long time, Zhuo Huan replied: "Go."
Fu Cheng: "Shall I take a bath?"
Seeing the young man's seemingly unwavering expression, Zhuo Huan's fingers danced on Fu Cheng's waist through the pajamas. But this person just didn't respond at all, he was always like that, when he kissed, he was passionate and pious, and he kissed back passionately. After everything is over, it is the fastest to get out.
Zhuo Huan: "Patrick-Stowe formula, do you know?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "In addition to aerodynamics and fluids, pilots also need to learn high-energy physics?"
Fu Cheng was silent, and gave him the answer: "Because this is an equation named after you, so I know."
Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, he seemed to be in a much happier mood: "Oh, it took me seven months to solve this."
Fucheng looked up at him.
Zhuo Huan let out a chuckle from his nasal cavity, he lowered his head, and kissed the young man's lips. However, it was just a kiss, Zhuo Huan didn't continue. He stared at the young man in front of him, and cursed with a smile: "Fucheng, you are fucking harder than Patrick Stowe's formula!"
After finishing speaking, he let go of Fu Cheng's hand, walked out of the study, and took a random piece of clothing from the suitcase by the wall of the living room.
Zhuo Huan strode into the bathroom and closed the door with a bang.
Fucheng leaned against the wall, and waited until the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, then he covered his face, looked through the gap between his fingers, and looked at the piece of ground that was wet with coffee and had a small hole made by a cigarette butt. place.
After a long time, he put down his hands, and calmly buttoned back his two-button pajamas.
Zhuo Huan needed to take a shower and change clothes, but now, it was five o'clock, he also had to go back and change into pajamas.
Fucheng didn't leave immediately, he tidied up the messy study, and at the same time found a Vacheron Constantin watch that fell into it at some unknown time in the trash can full of paper balls. When I put the watch back on the desk, the phone on the desk rang suddenly.
Fu Cheng was taken aback, and answered the phone.
The next moment, a gentle female voice came from the receiver: "Bonjour, Reid, are you awake? The first one to wake you up, I know you like to sleep for a while. But it's five o'clock, don't get up again, Professor Jinna's experiment Oh, it's too late."
His body froze suddenly, Fu Cheng's hand holding the phone was so stiff that he couldn't move, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't dare to say a word.
Lina waited there for a while, feeling a little strange, and said with a smile: "Reid, why don't you talk."
After a long time, Fu Cheng hemmed and hawed a word: "Hmm..."
On the other end of the phone, Lina suddenly fell silent.
A few seconds later, she smiled again and said, "I checked the time, it's 5:03 in the morning, Reid, why are you here..."
"Understood, goodbye!"
The dripping hand quickly snatched the phone receiver from Fu Cheng's hand, Zhuo Huan quickly dropped a word, and then hung up Lina's call mercilessly. Fu Cheng raised his head, and saw Zhuo Huan casually wrapped a towel around his waist, and at some point, he just walked out barefoot.
Fucheng: "... Teacher Zhuo, have you finished taking a shower?"
Zhuohuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Well, I washed it, but didn't wipe it off."
Fu Cheng saw it, but he didn't understand why the man ran out suddenly before he wiped off the water.
As if hearing the words in Fu Cheng's heart, Zhuo Huan laughed angrily. "You fucking acted like you couldn't even say a word just now."
Fu Cheng's lips parted, and he looked at the man in front of him in astonishment.
Zhuohuan: "Your face is written all over, beg me to save you!"
After leaving these words, Zhuo Huan ignored him, turned and went back to the bathroom.
The hotel room was cleaned every day, but walking out with water all over and bare feet still made Zhuo Huan extremely sick. He cursed angrily, turned on the shower and took a shower again.
Fucheng stood in the study for a while, then he put the phone that was dragged by Zhuo Huan back to the right place, then opened the door calmly, left this room, and returned to his own room.
Not long after returning to the room, the landline in the room rang.
After connecting, Lina's familiar voice came, she said with a smile: "Bonjour, the last one to wake you up, V, but I think you must have woken up."
Fu Cheng didn't know if Lina guessed that it was him who answered the phone in Zhuo Huan's room just now, or maybe she heard it at first, but then Zhuo Huan came out and said something, maybe she denied her guess
Fu Cheng: "Well, I've already woken up."
Lina: "See you downstairs in 40 minutes?"
"Okay, see you downstairs."
Forty minutes later, Fucheng came downstairs, and a stretched Rolls Royce had been waiting at the entrance of the hotel for a long time.
Open the door, Lina, Su Fei and old Joseph have arrived, even Zhuo Huan has arrived, everyone is waiting for Fucheng alone.
Fu Cheng was stunned, got into the car, and sat next to Zhuo Huan in the only vacant seat.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
Su Fei yawned: "Old Joseph and I just arrived!"
Lina smiled: "Have you had breakfast, Fu?"
Fu Cheng nodded: "Yes, I've eaten."
Zhuo Huan rested with his eyes closed and did not participate in the conversation.
But this time it was too early. After saying a few words, Su Fei lost his strength. Everyone dozed off sleepily in the car, only Lina kept her head down and pressed her phone, as if she was contacting someone. Sensing Fucheng's gaze, she raised her head and said softly, "I'm in contact with Professor Jinnai's laboratory to confirm the time."
Fu Cheng: "...um."
Lina raised the corners of her lips.
After getting out of the car, Uncle Zhuo, who had slept all the way, was the first to wake up. With a long leg, he crossed Fucheng, put his hands in his pockets, and got out of the car first. Then came Su Fei and old Joseph.
Fucheng was the last one to get off.
Lina looked at the watch on her wrist: "5:45, the time is just right, enough to prepare for the connection before the experiment."
Fu Cheng: "Thank you for your hard work."
Lina looked back at him and smiled, "I just like to get the job done. By the way, what were you doing in Reid's room this morning?"
The footsteps stopped suddenly, Fu Cheng turned around and looked at Lina.
Lina smiled slightly: "It's you, I know. Shhh, I won't tell anyone else. Do you know what Reid would do if he really answered that call?"
Fu Cheng: "I don't know."
Lina shrugged: "He will sneer and hang up directly. Um... not accurate, he won't hang up, he should put the phone aside so that I can't call in again."
After a while, Fucheng smiled helplessly: "Well, it is indeed in line with Mr. Zhuo's habits, I didn't expect it."
Lina winked at him: "It's not just you, Reid didn't expect that he is completely different from usual, isn't he?"
Fu Cheng froze, he looked at Lina, but Lina just smiled at him meaningfully, then turned and walked into the gate of GCAA.
Ten minutes later, across a small half of the world, the Tsunai Laboratory of the University of Tokyo and the GCAA investigation headquarters in Dubai were officially connected.
The projection screen is divided into three parts.
One is the laboratory of Teiichi Zinna, one is the GCAA investigation headquarters, and the other is the Emirates warehouse next to Dubai International Airport, which houses a Boeing 777.
Tsuna Teiichi guided his students and prepared every detail of the experiment. After finishing all this, it happened to be six o'clock in the morning in Dubai time. He walked to the front of the video and said, "Zhuo Jun."
He didn't sleep all night, but Zhuo Huan acted as if nothing happened, he stood in front of the camera and said, "Jin Nai."
Tsuna Teiichi: "Are you ready?"
Zhuohuan: "OK."
Emperor Zinnai nodded and said: "Then I will officially start." Then, he turned his head and said to his students: "High-strength titanium alloy, super duralumin material, explosive equivalent withstand limit test, the first time Experiment, begin."
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: It's probably easier for me to get a fucking Nobel than to go to Fucheng!