In the dimly lit bedroom, the blackout curtains were half drawn, and the bright moonlight shone through the white inner window screen. It can be seen dimly that outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the vast sea, and the sultry moonlight reflected on the sea.
There was silence in the room, only the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, leaned against the bed board, smoking quietly.
Suddenly the phone rang, but he didn't seem to hear it, and waited for a few seconds before recovering. The mobile phone was thrown at the foot of the bed along with the pajamas when she undressed. Stretching out his hand to grab the phone that fell on the ground, Fu Cheng's movements froze in mid-air due to the hard-to-ignore sting. He pursed his lips, bent down without hesitation, and picked up the phone.
Five minutes later, Zhuo Huan wiped his hair and opened the bathroom door, only to see that the young man who was supposed to be lying on the bed was already standing beside the bed. Fucheng put on his pants, his soft hair was stuck to his forehead by sweat, he bent down to pick up his jacket, and was buttoning it.
Zhuo Huan stood by the bedroom door, looking at him silently.
He watched as Fu Cheng buttoned the buttons to the top one by one.
"The top two don't need to be buttoned."
Fu Cheng paused and looked up at him.
Zhuo Huan only wrapped his lower body with a white towel, leaned against the door frame, and looked at him with a half-smile. "If you buckle it, you won't be able to see the collarbone and the hickey on it."
Fucheng: "..."
Fu Cheng buttoned up all the buttons of his pajamas, and was about to leave.
Zhuo Huan grabbed his arm: "What are you going to do?"
Fucheng said lightly: "Professor Jinnai just sent me an email about the experiment."
Zhuo Huan froze for a moment.
Fu Cheng broke away from his hand, and was about to step away again with a calm expression, Zhuo Huan grabbed his wrist. Fu Cheng frowned after using a little too much strength. Zhuo Huan was immediately laughed angrily by him, he opened his eyes wide, stared at the young man in front of him, and asked in disbelief: "You fucking just slept with me, now you tell me, you want to go back and write a report?!"
The part of the grasped wrist was a little hot, Fu Cheng was silent for a few seconds, and looked up at him: "This investigation report will synthesize the records of the two accident investigations, and it has a lot of content."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth and scolded with a smile: "I suddenly felt that the person who was fucked just now was me, not you."
Fu Cheng shook off his hand directly, and stepped out of the bedroom.
However, at the next moment, a pair of thin but powerful arms hugged him from behind, stopping Fu Cheng's movements. The body froze all of a sudden, Zhuo Huan hugged the man from behind. He wanted to curse a little bit, but when the curse words came to his lips, he touched the young man's waist through his pajamas, and all of them got stuck in his throat.
... It's so fucking fine!
While biting the man's earlobe, Zhuo Huan whispered in an ambiguous voice: "Go take a bath first, you haven't even taken a bath yet."
Fucheng was silent for a long time: "I'll go back and wash."
"Want me to help you?"
Fucheng looked back at him.
Zhuohuan raised the corner of his mouth: "help you take a bath."
Fucheng: "..."
He thought he was writing a report for him.
Zhuo Huan couldn't bear to waste any more time with the young man in front of him, he forcefully pushed Fu Cheng into the bathroom, and threw him a pair of underwear.
"Newly disassembled, haven't worn it yet."
Fucheng looked at the label on the underwear, it was a luxury brand starting with P. It feels brand new, and the fabric is still a little stiff, so it must have never been worn.
Fu Cheng still wanted to speak, but Zhuo Huan immediately slammed the door shut.
"If you want me to help you take a bath, just say it, if it's inconvenient."
Fucheng: "..."
"very convenient!"
"Tsk."
After closing the bathroom door, the man's cold eyes were stained with a faint smile. Zhuo Huan never liked to blow-dry his hair, in his opinion, blow-drying his hair is a waste of time. He threw the damp towel on the ground, took out the cigarette case from his trousers pocket, and lit a cigarette.
Twenty minutes later, Fucheng came out of the bathroom, but he didn't see the man in the bedroom. He froze for a moment, walked out of the room, and saw that the light in the study was on. All kinds of materials were scattered on the large desk. They were the calculation materials about the salvage position of Rogge 318 compiled by the two of them in the past seven days.
Zhuo Huan only put on a pair of trousers casually. He sat on the sofa with one foot on the coffee table, looked down at the laptop screen on his lap, and typed with a cigarette in his mouth.
Fucheng knocked on the door: "Professor Jinnai told me that he sent you the experimental data."
Zhuo Huan looked up at him, his eyes fell on Fu Cheng's tightly buttoned pajamas for two seconds. He snorted: "Yeah."
Fu Cheng walked over and sat beside Zhuo Huan: "Are you writing a report on experimental data?"
Zhuo Huan stared at the computer screen all the time, and lazily said "um": "Can't you see it?"
Fu Cheng: "This is the report I want to write."
Zhuo Huan laughed with a "ha", he pulled out a hand, unbuttoned the top two buttons of Fucheng's pajamas, looked at the hickey on the collarbone on the young man's left shoulder with satisfaction, and said in a straightforward tone: "If you want to write this, Take at least two days. I only use three hours."
"Oh, then you can write."
Zhuo Huan was startled, and he realized: "Fucheng, what are you doing?"
Fucheng stood up and looked down at him from a height: "Didn't you just wait for me to ask you for help, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan was turned into a general, he was stunned for a moment, he stopped typing and writing the report, and threw the computer aside. He leaned back on the sofa, looked up at Fucheng, and said casually, "You're just begging for help, Fucheng? This is the first time I've seen your respectful attitude."
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.
Zhuo Huan spread his hands together: "Tsk, stop writing, you go back to your room... um..."
The young man propped his hands on the back of the sofa, lowered his head, and kissed the man's lips.
Such a posture is always very awkward, so he straddled his legs on both sides, closed his eyes, and kissed lightly.
Zhuo Huan, who was stunned from the beginning, also fell into this kiss. He wrapped his arms around Fu Cheng's waist, raised his head and kissed his lips. In the quiet study room, there were low gasps and the sound of lips and tongues entangled.
After a long time, after the kiss was over, Fu Cheng lowered his head and panted.
Zhuo Huan leaned on the sofa and looked at him, his eyes slowly moved down from the young man's red and swollen lips, as if seeing through the pajamas that were in the way, he seemed to see the beautiful body of the man in front of him. An hour ago, he looked at it and touched it to his heart's content without any barriers. But now, no matter how well the person in front of him endures, he can't do it a second time.
If you really want to do it, Fucheng may not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Zhuo Huan patted Fu Cheng's waist lightly: "Go down, I'll write the report."
Fu Cheng sat aside, and Zhuo Huan put the laptop on his lap again. He seemed to be in a very happy mood, and he was typing much faster. Fu Cheng sat beside him, looking at the complex and cumbersome physical formulas and mathematical equations on the computer screen, they flowed out from the man's fingertips without any stagnation.
For some reason, I suddenly felt that the world was extremely peaceful.
Fucheng was a little sleepy.
Zhuo Huan stopped typing for a moment, he turned his head slightly, and saw the young man leaning on his shoulder, falling asleep.
The flamboyant eyelashes grow outrageously, and under the light, they are so thick that they fall under the eyes, forming fan-shaped shadows. Zhuo Huan clicked his lips lightly, and then, holding the unfinished cigarette, crushed the ashes into the ashtray on the coffee table.
In the study room, only the rhythmic typing sounds kept ringing.
…
The experiment with Tsuna Teiichi has ended, and the investigators in Dubai don't need to adjust to Tokyo time, and go to the warehouse at six o'clock every morning to wait for the experiment.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the extended Rolls Royce stopped at the entrance of the hotel for a long time.
Lina, Su Fei and old Joseph were sitting in the car. The investigation was completely over, and only the final report was left. The three of them were in a very good mood and kept joking.
The car door opened suddenly, and Fu Cheng was the first to bend over to enter.
Behind him, Zhuo Huan yawned, took a big step, and also entered the carriage.
When everyone is here, Lina picks up the microphone and talks to the driver: "The car can start, thank you."
Soon, the car moved slowly.
After Fucheng sat down, he took out his mobile phone to contact Lovins. There is still some information on the NTSB, and he needs Lovins to help him sort it out. After getting into the car, Zhuo Huan sat beside Fu Cheng, tilted his head, and slept on his shoulder.
Su Fei: "Let me tell you, I confirmed with the people at the seabed restaurant again this morning, that there is a king squid! The waiter who asked before didn't understand at all, and said no. Let me just say, there are so many of us How could they all be wrong. It’s not some weird man-of-war jellyfish that can’t be recognized.”
Old Joseph laughed: "The man-of-war jellyfish is highly poisonous, and it is impossible to have it in the underwater restaurant."
Lina laughed when she heard the words, she looked at Fucheng: "It's 37°C today, Fu, why are you wearing such thick clothes?"
Fu Cheng's hand holding the phone paused slightly, he raised his head and smiled and said, "Is there any?"
Lina smiled: "Yes. Long-sleeved shirt, aren't you hot?" She thought: "Is it because the clothes you brought have not been washed in the hotel, do you want me to buy a new one for you? I have been to Dubai a few times Second, know where is the best place to buy clothes."
Fu Cheng: "Thank you, but no need, Lina. I think it's okay, and it's not too hot."
Lina's eyes stopped for a second on Fucheng's buttoned shirt, she smiled and shook her head: "You're welcome."
After arriving at the investigation headquarters, everyone began to collect and sort out the report materials of Emirates 411.
The Emirates 411 crash happened 23 years ago. I investigated for more than a year that year and wrote a 183-page investigation report. To write another investigation report now, it is necessary to write out the investigation process, the cause of the accident, and the results of the report, as well as the current one. At the same time, every detail in the two accident reports must be elaborated.
The accident investigation report of the air crash is not as simple as simply explaining the reasons.
It needs to take care of every aspect, down to every detail.
Because the plane is a giant machine accurate to the micron, and the air crash is also the result of countless unimaginable coincidences.
Lina brought a cup of coffee from the pantry and delivered it to everyone's table.
Lina: "By the way, the PR departments of Rolls-Royce and Boeing have started to contact each other."
Su Fei excitedly said: "What do you mean, is this going to be pinched?"
Old Joseph waved his hand: "How could these two behemoths really go to war. Rolls-Royce is the best aircraft engine manufacturer, and Boeing is not far behind. In addition to airplanes, there are other types of aircraft. The two sides cooperate very well. There are too many fields. Not to mention that the stock price of Rolls-Royce fell by less than 1 point because of the Emirates 411 crash 23 years ago, even if it really fell by 3 points, these two big companies are still the best Partners, no one can lose anyone."
Fucheng was also a little curious, he looked at Lina: "What does Rolls-Royce say?"
Lina held the coffee and said with a smile: "I just want to have one more bargaining chip that is not very important in the next Boeing 797 project. But they always have the upper hand. After all, the McFly F485 has a great impact on Boeing's airliner business." Big, if the Boeing 797, which is still in the design plan, can't recover from this disadvantage, Boeing may really be hurt."
"Who signed the F485 form again?"
Everyone looked back at Zhuo Huan.
I saw that Uncle Zhuo woke up at some point. But Fu Cheng felt that he might not have fallen asleep in the first place. In such a noisy environment, it is absolutely impossible for a person with neurasthenia to fall asleep. It's just that he has been lying on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.
Lina raised the coffee cup to Zhuohuan and made a gesture of clinking glasses. "Reid, you are really good at predicting things. I just said it casually, and you know that some airlines have signed Mai Fei's list again."
Zhuo Huan sat up straight, his face was full of irritability, and he pulled his neckline impatiently. "Who?"
Lina: "Far in the sky, close in front of you."
Zhuo Huan: "A Hang?"
Lina smiled and nodded: "Yes. It has been five years since Emirates last purchased a batch of passenger aircraft. You know, their average age is only 55 months. Maifei F485 is currently the most advanced large civil aircraft Airliner, apart from being a bit more expensive, there is nothing wrong with it. And the worst thing about Emirates Airlines is money?”
Fu Cheng glanced at Zhuo Huan and asked, "How many did you buy?"
Lina looked at him: "16 McFly F475, 72 McFly F485."
Zhuo Huan: "Are they crazy? No more planes, buy 72 large long-distance airliners at once?"
Lina looked at him seriously: "Because it's Emirates."
"...shit."
Zhuo Huan got up, took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and left the office.
After he left, Su Fei dared to ask: "Why would RIP be unhappy when Emirates Airline buys Mai Fei's plane?"
Old Joseph: "You also found that he is unhappy?"
Su Fei: "..."
Su Fei: "I'm not blind!"
Uncle Zhuo almost put the words "I'm very upset" on his head.
Fu Cheng was silent: "Why?"
Lina glanced at him and said with a smile: "I may not be able to answer you other questions, but I can probably guess some of this question. Four years ago... oh no, to be precise, it was already five years ago. Five years ago You all know about the previous Rogge 318 air crash, right?"
Su Fei: "Of course! The biggest air crash of the McFly F485 is also the only one with victims since its first flight. I also know that RIP is going bankrupt because he is trying to save this plane! "
Lina: "You know a lot, plus ten points. It's very simple. If there is an air crash that has not been found out, if it is really a problem with the design of the plane itself, then every McFly flying in the sky F485 is a ticking time bomb."
Everyone was stunned.
Fu Cheng looked at the end of the corridor outside the office, Zhuo Huan happened to have already walked there, and disappeared after turning a corner.
After a long time, Su Fei couldn't believe it and said: "This reason is too strange. According to this statement, there are more than one or two air crashes in the world where the cause has not been found out. Boeing, Airbus, Mai Fei, There are. If this is the case, isn’t every plane in the sky a ticking time bomb?”
Old Joseph also found it incredible: "Reid is angry because of this?"
Lina blinked innocently: "I guess."
Everyone: "..."
Lina: "Do you think that anyone in the world can guess what Reid is thinking every day? Among my friends, Reid is the most elusive one. I never know what he is thinking. The first time I met him, it was Six, when he was seven, at a Patrick family dinner. Do you know what Reid was doing?"
Su Fei: "What are you doing?"
Lina recalled for a while, she gradually stopped smiling, her eyes sank, she was learning to imitate Zhuo Huan's expression at that time, and looked at everyone indifferently.
"I heard that the falling trajectory of a leaf is regular and can be calculated. I want to calculate which pebble it will land on when the next leaf falls."
After saying this, Lina laughed again: "This is what I first met Reid in the garden, and he said to the few of us. I don't think I will ever forget it in my life, because it was so cool gone."
Old Joseph laughed and said, "I was still playing Lego when I was seven!"
Su Fei: "Then I'm different. I've already started to learn Olympiad. And RIP is so cool, what he said is all wrong. If you really want to calculate the falling trajectory of a leaf under non-experimental conditions, you ask him to calculate it." Ah, if you have the ability, let me see if he can figure it out!"
Lina showed a disgusted expression for the first time: "Su Fei, you are really not romantic. You are really just a child." After speaking, she turned to look at Fucheng, and said with a smile: "Fu, do you think it is romantic?"
A few seconds later, Fu Cheng laughed: "Romantic."
Joseph Sr.: "I think it's romantic and cool, too!"
Su Fei was not convinced and said: "But he just can't figure it out, what does a seven-year-old kid know. RIP is only seven years old, so he can pretend so much, hey."
"Boast, do you know what it means?"
A slightly sarcastic voice came from the direction of the door, and everyone looked up at the person coming.
I saw Zhuo Huan crossing his arms, leaning against the glass door frame, looking at Su Fei with disdain. He raised his eyebrows: "I don't know which word? Boast, boast, have you heard of it?"
Su Fei: "Of course I know. Boast, bragging, bragging. Isn't this you, RIP?"
Zhuo Huan stepped into the room: "I allow you to use boast to describe me, because its verb is 'have something to boast about', coincidentally, I have a lot of things to boast about, so it is very appropriate to describe me with it. But if you want to describe me as boastful... Heh, underage, did you learn Chinese with your toes?"
Su Fei: "..."
Lina clapped her hands: "I applaud you, Reid."
Uncle Zhuo didn't even bother to give the group of people a look. He walked to his seat and turned on the computer.
After a while, Fucheng's cell phone rang, and he opened it to have a look.
[Zhuo Huan: The buttons are so tightly buttoned.]
Fu Cheng raised his head, and saw a certain man staring at the computer screen expressionlessly, typing and writing a report listlessly.
After a moment of silence, Fucheng replied to him: [Yes.]
[Zhuo Huan: Release the first one, let me see.]
[Fucheng: What are you looking at.]
[Zhuo Huan: Look at my dear.]
Fucheng: "..."
Instead of writing the report, Zhuo Huan took the phone, looked at the words on the screen, and laughed. Unfortunately, Fucheng did not reply to his message.
Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue and was about to type again, but Lina gave a surprised "Huh" and said, "There is something I think you should know."
Everyone looked at her together.
Lina held her mobile phone and said with a helpless smile: "Before I contacted the people from the UAE Immigration Administration, because the cause of the accident has been investigated, the witness Yamila Betty can be extradited back to the country. It was originally scheduled for this afternoon , she boarded the plane back to Yemen. But the people from the Immigration Bureau just told me that she would not leave, and someone released her on bail."
Everyone was surprised: "Who?"
Yamila Beatty, a survivor of the Emirates 411 crash, was also an eyewitness to key evidence.
She should have returned to Yemen, to her homeland, which is currently at war. But for various reasons, she was temporarily left behind. And now, someone wants to keep her in Dubai? !
Lina: "Who is it, this is confidential. But it has nothing to do with this accident, it's just because Yamila Betty has other uses. Don't get me wrong, this is not my adjective, I never use A person is likened to a commodity, and she is described as useful. It is the other party's exact words. Also, if my news is correct... "
Looking up at her companion, Lina smiled helplessly: "She may be about to publish a book."
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Fucheng is so fucking difficult! Just after getting into bed, he told me he was going back to work? Hold? !
Fu Chengcheng: Wasn't it the job you arranged for me? [Expressionless face]