Across a distance of 8,000 kilometers, separated by half a continent and 10 latitudes, an experiment accurate to 1kg explosive equivalent is underway.
After the experiment started, investigators from UAAG and GCAA first used computers at the investigation headquarters to confirm the data with Tsuna Teiichi in Tokyo. After the data was confirmed, they drove to the Emirates warehouse at Dubai International Airport. There is a Boeing 777 parked there.
Huge black machines are placed under the fuel tanks of the aircraft, and thick wires connect them to the fuel tank on the right wing
Zhuo Huan changed into a white experimental protective suit.
The first round of experimental data has been transmitted from Tokyo, Zhuo Huan and Mai Ha went to the experimental room to observe the real-time data of the aircraft fuel tank monitoring. Fucheng and Old Joseph came under the engine. In an instant, the hot air flow penetrated through the heavy protective clothing, but it didn't have any effect on resisting the heat. Instead, it stuffed the sweat inside and broke out in sweat all at once.
On the intercom, Zhuo Huan's voice sounded: "Data verification."
Sweat rolled down his forehead and onto his eyelashes. Fu Cheng blinked, shaking off the beads of sweat. He and Old Joseph exchanged glances, and after confirming the data with other experimenters, Fucheng picked up the walkie-talkie: "The temperature of the fuel tank is 96 degrees Fahrenheit..."
After two rounds of experiments, the two groups of experimenters in the experiment room and next to the engine switched positions.
It is impossible for anyone to stay next to the engine of the plane for half an hour in such an almost airtight environment. What's more, it's still April, in Dubai.
The experiment was more complicated than Zhuo Huan and Jin Nai Diyi expected.
After the first day of experiment was over, Emperor Jinnai looked over the data of 27 experiments in the whole day, he raised his head, and said, "Zhuo Jun, if the accuracy of the explosive equivalent is still required to reach 1kg, I think it may still be possible. Need to do a few more experiments. Worst estimate, it may take a week."
Zhuo Huan: "Continue tomorrow."
Emperor Jinnai nodded slightly: "Okay."
Emperor Zinnai did not ask where the funds needed for so many experiments were obtained. These are all issues that UAAG has to worry about. What he needs to do is to find out the possibility proposed by Zhuo Huan: Under what kind of explosion equivalent, the explosion of the fuel tank inside the wing of the aircraft will not affect the driving of the aircraft, and it will even be like a muffled thunder , it only exploded on the inside of the wing, and it was completely invisible from the outside.
The University of Tokyo, Tsuna Laboratories.
Students are picking up laboratory equipment and used materials.
The young professor wearing a white lab coat stood in front of the window. He pushed his glasses and thought again: It cannot be said that the appearance is completely invisible. What they are looking for is an explosion that is almost invisible on the outside, but its shock wave can shatter the aluminum alloy iron skin on the outer surface of the wing.
... Ah, it seems a little annoying.
Emperor Jinnai turned to look at his teaching assistant: "Next time UAAG will contact you for a cooperative experiment, so let's refuse."
The teaching assistant said strangely: "Professor, you personally agreed every time."
Emperor Jinnai was taken aback for a moment, he thought for a moment, and said, "Help me change a laptop."
Teaching Assistant: "Okay."
at the same time.
NTSB Headquarters, Washington, USA.
Three black cars stopped at the gate of the NTSB. Lovins got out of the car, boarded the elevator with a young investigator holding a metal lockbox, and came to the deputy director's office. Lovins knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Lovins pushed the door and entered the house with his men.
Levi Andrew, 51, is one of the current deputy directors of the NTSB. At the same time, he is also the most promising candidate to be promoted to director general, not one of them. He has a head of natural pure gold hair, which is smoothed with hairspray and scrupulously brushed back. Although he was over fifty and had a rigid and solemn face, Andrew looked very young, only forty years old, and even a bit mature and handsome.
Seeing his confidant, Andrew was not surprised, he closed the document in his hand.
Lovins came over, tacitly didn't say a word of nonsense, and asked his subordinates to put the metal lockbox on the table.
Lovins: "Patrick asked me to bring it back for another lab test. I think, Director, he should know I'm coming to you."
Andrew stood up, entered the password, and opened the lockbox. After taking out the glass bottle in it to observe for a while, he put it back again.
"I have already understood the general situation. You take these fragments to do cross-sectional experiments."
Lovins: "Yes." Just as he was about to leave the office, he stopped again and asked, "By the way, Chief Andrew, is Patrick still salvaging the wreckage of Rogge 318?"
Andrew looked up at him: "You are curious about what this does."
Lovins shook his head: "No, I just feel that even Patrick, it's been almost a year, and with his financial resources, I'm afraid he can't last long."
Andrew: "He's still fishing."
Lovins sighed inwardly, and left the office with the password box.
Old Joseph never knew how Lovins got so much information about Zhuo Huan. Yes, that's all he heard from Levi Andrew.
It is not a secret in the industry that Zhuo Huan salvaged the wreckage of Rogge 318 at his own expense. But few people know that he employed three salvage companies at the same time. Only officials of Levi Andrew's level can know.
"Rogge 318, Mr. Patrick is still looking for it?" The accompanying investigators opened their eyes wide and exclaimed in disbelief.
Lovins glanced at him: "Yeah, I also sold the private island and sold a lot of real estate, and I just went to sell the shares of Mai Fei."
The young investigator was dumbfounded: "... really, really rich."
Lovins was noncommittal.
Isn't it really rich
It's going to be them, not to mention selling the property to get the plane, they don't even have the qualifications to sell it! Selling all their net worth is not enough to pay the salvage company a day's wages!
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Fuel tank explosion experiments are underway in Dubai and Tokyo.
In Washington, cross-sectional experiments on engine fan blade fragments also began quietly.
May 3rd, 2pm Dubai time.
The Boeing 777, which had been roaring for six days, finally shut down its engine, and the steamer-like warehouse finally had a chance to cool down. Zhuo Huan held the latest experimental data and looked down. On the other side, Su Fei tapped the keyboard, and quickly connected the computer screen to Tsuna Teiichi's laboratory.
Tsuna Teiichi's face appeared on the computer screen, and he said, "Zhuo Jun."
"Zinna." Zhuo Huan put down the data: "Thank you, I got the data I wanted."
Tsuna Teiichi: "Although I have gone through 124 experiments, but I can get the desired data, this is the best ending. However, this experiment is also accidental, and the coincidence is very high. I want to realize it on the plane. , is not easy."
After hearing this, Lina smiled: "Professor Zinna, you are an excellent physicist, but you don't know much about airplanes."
Emperor Jinnai froze for a moment. He sat up straight and looked at Lina seriously: "Please explain to me."
Lina: "I'm not a professional either."
Su Feiyue was eager to try and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Lina: "You are also a non-professional."
Su Fei: "..."
Fucheng Qingya's gentle voice sounded: "Professor Zinna, the inventor of the German aircraft turbine, Pabus Hein, once proposed a theorem called 'Hein's Law'. It means that behind every serious aircraft accident , there must be 29 minor accidents, 300 accidents with early warning signs, and 1,000 hidden dangers. What an aircraft accident investigation needs to do is to find out all the possibilities that have a chance to happen. Even if it is 1,000 hidden dangers, it must not be missed. .”
Emperor Jinnai thought for a while: "As long as it is possible to happen, it must happen?"
Everyone laughed.
Hearing this laughter, Zhuo Huan raised his head and glanced lightly at Fu Cheng.
After the experiment was over, Zhuo Huan said to Lina on the car back to the investigation headquarters: "Contact Boeing."
Lina: "Now?"
"After returning to investigation headquarters, I will be in direct video contact with Boeing's 'ground aircraft team'."
"Okay." Lina agreed with a smile, but looking at Zhuo Huan's face, she asked, "Why don't you contact Boeing tomorrow? Reid, your face is not very good, you haven't rested this week, okay?"
Because of the time difference, UAAG accommodated the time in Tokyo. As soon as Emperor Tsuna started the experiment, they would go to work.
Old Joseph said: "I didn't realize until Lina said that, Reid, you seem to be very tired. Haven't you rested recently?"
Old Joseph found it very strange, although their work and rest were affected by the experiment. But they still got enough sleep, and he felt refreshed.
Su Fei: "Brother Fu, you don't seem to be in good spirits. I saw you yawned several times today."
Fucheng paused, and he asked back, "Is there?"
Su Fei: "Yes, I counted, you yawn on average once an hour."
Fu Cheng: "Maybe it's because I'm not used to going to bed too early, and I've always suffered from insomnia recently..." The voice stopped abruptly, Fu Cheng's body froze completely this time, he turned his head slowly, only to see a certain man suddenly fell on his shoulder On the bed, leaning on his collarbone, closing his eyes, he even began to rest.
Both Old Joseph and Su Fei were stunned.
Lina was also stunned for a moment.
Fu Cheng: "... Teacher Zhuo?"
Zhuohuan: "I'm sleepy."
Because I am sleepy, I borrow your shoulder to sleep on.
Fu Cheng: "Hmm..."
Old Joseph came back to his senses: "It seems that Reid is really tired, what are you doing every night?"
Lina's eyes turned around Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng, and she smiled meaningfully.
Fu Cheng looked away from the man, he stared straight ahead, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the man's fiery breath sprayed lightly on his naked collarbone. A click, a click, seems to be able to clearly outline the pulse of this person.
Soon, Lina started to contact Boeing, and Joseph Sr. and Su Fei chatted about other topics. Gradually, the two suddenly chatted about some industries and behaviors that were legal in Dubai but illegal in China.
Su Fei chuckled: "RIP is so sleepy, what do you do every night..."
Old Joseph gave him a look that I understood: "Although minors shouldn't talk about this kind of topic, I think what you said is very possible."
Fucheng: "..."
If it wasn't for the fact that he would go to Zhuo Huan's room every night when he returned to the hotel this week, and help Zhuo Huan sort out Rogge 318's information, he would have believed it!
The old Joseph said more and more crossed the line: "I prefer taller ones, above 170. My deceased wife was 171 tall. This height is quite common in the United States, but it is not very common in China."
Su Fei: "I like people with big eyes and long hair! What do you think RIP looks for every night?"
Old Joseph secretly glanced at Zhuo Huan, and deliberately said in a voice he could hear: "I guess it's sexy and hot, the 90-60-90 kind!"
Lina coughed: "There are women in the car."
Old Joseph: "Sorry, Lina, please forgive my faux pas."
After all, Su Fei is still a minor, and has no idea about women's body figures. He pulled Old Joseph: "What does 90-60-90 mean, and what does it look like?"
Old Joseph was about to answer, when a casual male voice sounded: "It's just the way I like it."
Su Fei and old Joseph Qiqi turned their heads to look at Zhuo Huan.
He leaned on Fucheng's shoulder, opened his eyes, and looked at them with a half-smile. "I like it. It's sexy and hot, and it's very good at kissing. I kiss him every night. When I touch his waist, he will tremble. He is ticklish. I discovered it earlier."
Su Fei stared straight: "You really go to find women every night?!"
Old Joseph whistled and found the point: "Wow, still looking for the same one all the time? Reid, do you like her so much. She is ticklish and very sensitive. Reid, you are very good at it."
Zhuo Huan leaned on Fu Cheng's shoulder and smiled lowly: "His waist is very thin, you can't see it when you wear clothes, so pretty. Well, it's his fault, he never wears close-fitting clothes. I like to kiss him collarbone, then took off his clothes, touched his waist, and kissed his lips when he couldn't take it anymore, um... "
Fu Cheng sat up straight suddenly, Zhuo Huan's cheek was bumped hard by his shoulder and knocked aside.
This movement was very natural, and Old Joseph and the others didn't think there was anything wrong.
Zhuo Huan touched his sore cheek, raised his head, and called his name: "Fucheng."
Fucheng looked at him indifferently: "My shoulders are sore." After speaking, he stood up and walked to Old Joseph's side, "Changing positions, Old Joseph."
Old Joseph said happily: "Of course." He walked over and sat down, "Reid, feel free to rest on my shoulder. By the way, you can tell me quietly, hey, where did you find the woman..."
Zhuo Huan sneered, leaned his head back against the back of the chair, closed his eyes to rest, and had no intention of resting his head on Old Joseph's generous shoulders at all.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the investigation headquarters.
Zhuohuan was the last one to get off. He chewed gum, put his hands in his pockets, stepped on his long legs, and got out of the car.
Just after getting out of the car, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from beside him: "Have you ever taken off his clothes, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan paused, he stood up straight and looked aside.
Fu Cheng leaned against the body of the Rolls-Royce, staring at him with clear eyes.
Zhuo Huan smiled, confidently: "No."
Fu Cheng glanced at him, then walked away.
Zhuo Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Old Joseph, Su Fei and Lina walked into the gate of the investigation headquarters talking and laughing.
Zhuo Huan pulled Fu Cheng's wrist, looked up at him: "But I kissed his collarbone, touched his waist, I want to take off his clothes tonight, okay, Fu Cheng."
The four eyes met, and after a long time, the handsome and pretty young man said expressionlessly: "The data of Rogge 318 has been processed."
"Then you can come to my room too."
The fingers of the hand that was not grasped were slightly curled up.
Fu Cheng remained silent, looking at Zhuo Huan quietly.
Zhuo Huan also looked at him, suddenly, he let go of Fu Cheng's hand.
Su Fei turned his head: "RIP, Brother Fu, what are you doing?"
Fu Cheng: "Here we come."
The two walked towards the investigation headquarters together.
After entering the glass door, the cool air from the air conditioner blows in, and the hot sunlight is blocked outside the door.
The noisy voices on the street suddenly became much less, and there were not many people in the corridor of the investigation headquarters. Except for the five people from UAAG, only a few people occasionally passed by.
Another GCAA investigator walked by, and Fucheng strode forward. Seeing that the three of Su Fei were walking only two or three meters in front of him, suddenly, he was grabbed from behind. The physical reaction is more important than anything else. When he was dragged and pressed by this person to the corner of the corridor and the dead corner of the surveillance video, Fucheng subconsciously raised his leg to fight back. Then, Zhuo Huan kissed her down.
The wrist was tightly grasped.
Old Joseph's laughter echoed in the empty corridor, but the world in front of him was occupied by this man named Zhuo Huan.
After a moment of shock, slowly, the heart beat violently in the chest.
Fu Cheng closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and kissed back.
In the quiet corridor, perhaps because it was too quiet, the sound of entwining lips and tongue pierced Fucheng's ear cavity, like cheating, the stimulation and pleasure made the scalp numb.
The voices of the three old Josephs almost disappeared at the end of the corridor, Zhuo Huan stopped the kiss. He held Fu Cheng's chin with one hand, and his lips were almost pressed against his lips, with a hoarse voice: "Just now on the street, I wanted to kiss you..."
Fucheng lowered his head and panted.
Suddenly, he heard Lina's voice: "Where did Reid and V go?"
When the voice fell, it was the sound of Lina's high heels. She came back and came closer and closer.
Fu Cheng's body stiffened, but for some reason, instead of pushing away the man in front of him, he opened his eyes wide and looked up at him.
Zhuo Huan also looked down at him.
No one spoke.
The blond girl walked halfway, and when she was about to reach the small corner of the corridor, she seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly stopped in her tracks. Lina turned around and didn't continue looking for anyone, but behind her, Zhuo Huan came out calmly with his hands in his pockets.
"Have the people from Boeing contacted you?"
Lina turned around, a little surprised: "Reid?"
Zhuo Huan stepped forward: "Did you get in touch?"
Lina: "Well, we got in touch. Why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"
Fu Cheng came out from the corner and followed.
Hearing Lina's words, Zhuo Huan let out a half-smile, and said with a sneer, "No, I'm in a good mood... Fucheng."
Suddenly being called by someone's name, Fu Cheng stopped and looked back at him.
Zhuo Huan took out a black room card from his pocket, and handed it in front of Lina, Old Joseph and Su Fei. He smiled and said, "Your room card has been lost."
Fu Cheng looked at him silently for a long time, then took it over.
"thanks."
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: I'm like a tool man. After Rogge 318 is done and there's nothing to do, Fucheng doesn't fucking even look at me.
Fu Chengcheng: ... Tell me who was the person who kissed you just now! Say his name!