The next morning, a tall man with brown hair came to the investigation headquarters in a hurry and sent a flight simulation video made by the European Aviation Safety Agency.
Lina poured him a cup of hot water: "Reid has been waiting for you for several days."
The brown-haired man raised his head cautiously, and glanced in Zhuo Huan's direction. "Approval is always required, and the results simulated by the software still have some flaws and need to be improved."
"boom-"
Investigating the wide office area on the second floor of the headquarters, everyone was attracted by the sudden impact and looked up at the source of the sound. The cold man kicked his long legs forward, and the swivel chair slid backwards, bumping into the table behind him, causing the documents on the table to tremble slightly.
That's where the loud noise came from.
The person concerned didn't seem to intend to explain, just let out a chuckle, then stood up, without even looking at Lina and the brown-haired man beside her, passing by them. He loosely scratched the tied hair, and walked to Su Fei's table.
"Go get the information."
Su Fei looked confused: "Huh? Me?"
At this time, a tall and thin figure stood up and walked over to Lina.
Lina smiled helplessly at him, Fu Cheng took the hard drive and sent the things over.
Fucheng knew that this man must be in a bad mood. He raised his cold eyes and stared at him without any warmth. After a full two seconds, he reached out to take the hard drive in his hand.
Throughout the morning, the investigation headquarters was filled with a thick low air pressure.
It was a low-pressure hurricane cyclone of at least level 12. No one dared to speak loudly, and the brown-haired man was also on pins and needles.
By noon, Zhuo Huan checked the entire investigation report. The brown-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to look at Zhuo Huan's face at all, he found an excuse, and ran away without looking back.
Zhuo Huan turned his head: "What kind of tea did you make for him?"
Lina smiled and said, "Hot water."
Zhuo Huan was stunned, and then smiled with satisfaction for a long time.
Zhuo Huan: "Have you contacted Mai Fei about the black box?"
Lina: "I thought you would contact McFly in person, Reid."
Zhuohuan: "It's more convenient for you to contact me."
"it is good."
After briefly explaining the work tasks of several people in the afternoon, Zhuo Huan dug out from the desk drawer, found a lighter, and stuffed it into his pocket. He went downstairs, away from investigative headquarters.
Fu Cheng looked down from the window on the second floor, and saw him make a detour, walked to the shadowed corner, and lit a cigarette.
"Would you like to have a nice lunch together before we start working in the afternoon?"
Fu Cheng raised his head and smiled at Old Joseph, "Okay."
The two took a sandwich and went downstairs together.
At the stairs, they met Zhuo Huan who came back from smoking. The heavy smell of cigarettes was like an indelible haze wrapped around him. He frowned and glanced up and down at Fucheng and Old Joseph, and his eyes finally stopped on the sandwiches in their hands.
"Lunch?"
Old Joseph said with a smile: "Yes, just eat whatever you want, and you can go to the hospital before one o'clock."
Zhuo Huan turned sideways to let the two go first.
When they got down the stairs, Fucheng looked back, and saw that the man's two steps turned into one step, and he went upstairs in a few strokes.
"Do you find Reid difficult to get along with?"
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and looked away.
"No."
Old Joseph shrugged: "Then I have to say, I think he is extremely difficult to get along with." He rushed to the city and blinked, "Adrain, you know, is the EASA investigator who just left. He dragged his feet It took two days to send the video material. I really admire him. He has extraordinary courage. I have never seen anyone who dared to release Reid for so long. Probably such a person has already been thrown into the Atlantic Ocean by him to feed the fish. .By the way, do you want to ask, why is it the Atlantic Ocean and not the Pacific Ocean?"
Fucheng smiled slightly: No, I don't want to.
Old Joseph asked and answered himself, showing envious eyes: "I heard that Reid has a private island in the Atlantic Ocean!"
The two ate dry sandwiches.
Old Joseph: "We must have a good meal in the evening, anyway, the public funds will be reimbursed!"
Fucheng seemed to suddenly think of something, and he said casually: "Since Mr. Zhuo values efficiency so much, the black box is now with Maifei Company. If you want to get it as soon as possible, Mr. Zhuo should not contact Maifei Company. ?” After a pause, Fucheng said calmly: “After all, Mr. Zhuo was once the chief designer of Maifei F475.”
Old Joseph laughed: "You don't know that, do you know what Lina's last name is?"
Fu Cheng's heart tightened, but there was no change on his face. "do not know."
"Her surname is Comte." Seeing Fucheng's astonished expression, Old Joseph was very satisfied. "Anyone can be named Comte, but in the aviation industry, there is only one Comte—the Comte family, the second largest shareholder of McFly."
In the afternoon, Fu Cheng and Old Joseph came to Helsinki University Hospital together.
Before the two of them were about to enter the hospital, Old Joseph stopped and looked towards Fucheng. He asked solemnly, "Before I go in, I want to make sure of two things. First, Fu, do you know who we are going to conduct witness interviews with?"
"Know."
"Second, no one knows the real cause of JAL JL917's crash until the final results come out. Therefore, no matter what the outside public opinion thinks, our investigators are absolutely, absolutely forbidden to substitute any personal emotions."
Fucheng looked into old Joseph's light green eyes for a long time, then nodded.
The two entered the hospital.
The Japan Airlines JL917 crash killed a total of 136 passengers and nine crew members, including a captain, two co-pilots, an engineer on board and five flight attendants. Today, the two of Fucheng conducted an interview to collect evidence, and it was one of the surviving flight attendants, Yamashita Hui.
Passing one ward after another, the two finally stopped in front of a single ward, knocked on the door to get permission, and pushed the door open.
The front of this ward faces south, and the dazzling sunlight shines into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it soft and clear like a spring day. Fu Cheng couldn't help squinting his eyes, and after a few seconds to adapt to the light in the room, he gradually saw the young woman lying on the hospital bed looking out the window.
She has a small and delicate face, but her skin is pale and surprisingly thin. Because she was too thin, her eye sockets were protruding, almost out of shape.
Fucheng and old Joseph walked to her hospital bed, but she didn't seem to hear anything, she still looked out of the window quietly.
The white bed covered her lower body, but the quilt only outlined one left leg.
No right leg.
Old Joseph said in English: "Miss Yamashita, I am Joseph, and this is my colleague Fucheng. We called in advance and would like to ask you to confirm some information."
The woman turned her head dully, looked at them, and nodded after a long time.
Old Joseph's tone was kind: "If you feel uncomfortable during the conversation, you can bring it up at any time."
What answered him was Shan Xiahui's unchanging silence.
Old Joseph looked at Fucheng, Fucheng nodded, and turned on the recording pen.
"Where were you and what were you doing when the accident happened?"
In the silent room, only the ticking of medical equipment can be heard.
Just when Fucheng thought she would not answer, she said: "On JL917, I am a business class flight attendant. The plane is about to land, and I am sitting in the front cabin safety seat, waiting for landing."
"Did you hear any strange sounds?"
"No."
"Did the captain's radio sound to give a special reminder?"
"No."
After a series of questions, Yamashita Hui's answers gradually changed to "yes" and "no".
Fucheng couldn't help looking at Old Joseph.
In interview psychology, if the interviewer's answers are only "yes" and "no", it is generally difficult to obtain useful information. So try to ask open-ended questions as much as possible and avoid closed-ended questions.
But he believed that with the experience of the old Joseph, he would not make such a mistake.
The next moment, Old Joseph asked, "When was the last time you spoke to the cockpit, and what was the content of the call?"
Yamashita Hui: "I am a flight attendant in business class, and I am not responsible for talking to the cockpit."
After waiting for a while, Old Joseph spoke again: "When was the last time you talked to Shosuke Maeda, and what did you say?"
In an instant, the veins on this face that had become a skeleton due to being too thin were exposed, and the eyes were about to burst. Shan Xiahui raised her head and stared at old Joseph.
Old Joseph seemed to be unaware, like a persuasive elder, he said softly: "Shosuke Maeda, co-pilot of JAL JL917, only 917 flying hours on Maifei F435. But his flight assessment results have always been excellent, I believe he is A very outstanding young man." Taking out a photo from his pocket, the old Joseph first looked at it himself, and then handed it to Shan Xiahui: "Your fiancé is a very handsome young man."
Shan Xiahui took the photo tremblingly. She looked at the young man with the crew cut who was smiling brightly in the photo without blinking. After a long time, a huge tear fell on the photo, and her fingers pressed the photo out of wrinkles.
After waiting for a long time, a hoarse female voice wailed: "Two days before takeoff... at noon on December 17, I spoke to him for the last time. We had a fight, and I returned the ring to him. He is no longer mine. The fiancé. He is a good man, I, I abandoned him, I am not worthy of him."
Unable to restrain the crying again, she covered her cheeks, tears streaming down between her fingers.
She wept in grief, unable to speak.
Old Joseph and Fu Cheng watched quietly from the side.
Five minutes later, Shan Xiahui's voice trembled, she wiped away her tears, and showed a weak smile: "His father owed a large debt, and we didn't know about this debt until half a year ago when we couldn't hide it. Xiangsuke grew up He was taught to be a man, to be responsible, and not to escape difficulties, so he took the initiative to take on this debt."
"We have had a hard time in the past six months. I want to help him, but I am just a cowardly ordinary person. He never gave up. Even if he was chased by creditors, he apologized to them very seriously and promised Will pay the debt. He did, he paid a lot of money, but there is still a lot, there is still too much."
"I can't, I can't."
Covering her cheeks with her hands, Yamashita Hui wept uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she stretched out her hands and firmly held Fu Cheng's hand.
Fu Cheng was sitting closest to her, and it seemed to be the straw that saved her life at this moment.
She struggled to kneel down, but with only one weak left leg left, she couldn't even get out of bed. So she clenched Fucheng tightly with her hands, opened her eyes wide, and looked at him expectantly, tears pattered down on the bed quilt.
"Please, trust him. Xiangsuke is not that kind of person, he will not seek death, he will not kill anyone. Our breakup is all my fault, if he really wants to die, he wants to take me with him dead, then why am I still alive. Why, why am I still alive?"
"Shouldn't the most damned person be me?"
"I abandoned him, I was afraid. Yes, Xiangsuke is so smart, there are so many ways to take me to die, he will not keep me alive. So it's not him, it's really not him. Please, trust him Well, not him, really not him."
As if in hysteria, she repeated the same words over and over. Crying bitterly, countless words of apology could not make up for the empty regret and despair in her heart, she could only say again and again——
"He's a good guy, he wouldn't be like that, he wouldn't be like that."
"It's not him."
"Damn me, damn me..."
His hands were suddenly held tightly, and the voice stopped abruptly.
Shan Xiahui raised her head, opened her dry and peeling lips, and looked at the young man covered by layers of water mist through heavy tears.
Fu Cheng held her hand backhand, with a calm expression, and spoke softly. His voice was very soft, but every word was extremely clear, soaking into her heart, and for some reason made her quiet.
"I believe that in the last moments of his life, what he thought must be—"
"It would be great if you survived."
The world was suddenly quiet.
half an hour later.
The door of the ward closed behind him.
Fucheng was about to step up, when Old Joseph's teasing voice sounded: "I thought you were going to say just now, I believe it must not be what the outside world guessed, he is not that kind of person."
Pausing in his footsteps, Fucheng turned to look at him, with a smile on his delicate and clean face: "I thought it was you who told me just now that before the truth comes out, no matter what, our investigators must not mix personal feelings. "
Old Joseph laughed. He patted Fu Cheng's shoulder and was about to speak.
The black-haired young man continued with a still smiling voice, "Also, maybe Shosuke Maeda couldn't bear the pressure of debts and a broken relationship, so he chose to commit suicide by crashing a plane?"
In an instant, the sun was covered by thick clouds, resembling the devil's cold-blooded low smile.
The corners of the mouth froze slowly.
Old Joseph was speechless. After a while, he muttered in a low voice: "What's going on with the young people nowadays."