After seven days of busy work, everyone turned around day and night, and finally finished writing the 631-page investigation report.
In mid-May, GCAA held a press conference in Dubai. The 23-year-old Emirates Airline 411 crash had another ending. It was framed into a book again and placed in the reference room of the investigation headquarters.
Maiha joked: "Back then, accident investigation reports were mostly kept in written form, each of which was written as a thick book and placed in the reference room. Now the main way of recording has become electronic, and the written version has become a form."
Old Joseph said: "So it is much more convenient for inquiries."
Maiha nodded: "Yes. I'm really grateful to Mr. Patrick this time, thank you all. I'll take you to the airport."
Lina smiled slightly: "No, I've already arranged the car."
But Maiha said: "I happen to have some business to go to the airport, let's go together."
A black Rolls-Royce is driving on the long and narrow coastal road, on both sides of the endless coastline, on one side is the blue and clear sea, and on the other side is the fine white sand like snow. After arriving at Dubai International Airport, Maiha personally sent the five UAAG members to the first-class VIP lounge.
The service of Emirates Airline is still so considerate and considerate. An hour later, everyone boarded the return plane.
The plane taxied slowly on the runway. Old Joseph turned off his mobile phone, looked up and said to everyone: "I really envy Lovins. I didn't realize until today, 18 years later, that I have not been promoted in NTSB for so long. I'm not capable enough. Look at Lovins, I think he's going to be promoted again!"
Su Fei asked curiously, "What happened to Lovins?"
Old Joseph spread his hands: "Ask Fu, he knows the investigation report he wrote best."
Su Fei looked at Fucheng.
Fucheng was looking at his mobile phone. Hearing this, he turned off his mobile phone, raised his head, and thought for a while: "Well, it's nothing, it's just that everyone knows that Mr. Andrew, the deputy director of NTSB, was investigating the Emirates 411 crash 23 years ago. At that time, he found key clues and got a promotion opportunity. This was a critical turning point in his life. Although the accident investigation has now turned around, Deputy Director Andrew’s speculation back then is still correct.”
Fucheng put down his phone: "The cause of the accident given by the NTSB back then was that the engine fan blades were accidentally damaged in quality, so there was an unexplained fracture. Now the real cause found out is that the shock wave caused by the explosion inside the fuel tank broke and appeared. Fan blades with accidental quality damage." Paused, "So he is still right about the most critical reason."
Old Joseph: "Understood, Lovins rushed to Dubai non-stop two months ago, trying to wipe his boss's ass. Now the result is out, his boss is fine, and he is still a top air crash investigator. But in In the eyes of Deputy Director Andrew, Lovins' status must have been further improved. Hey, do you know what that kid just sent me a message?"
Su Fei: "Say what?"
Old Joseph snorted, "He said, next time I go back to the United States, he will invite me to dinner to celebrate his promotion! I said he just got promoted, but he said that he had a hunch that in half a year at most, Maybe he's going to be promoted again! If I despise the sycophant Lovins, I will flatter my boss!"
Lina smiled softly and said: "In the workplace, it is very important to stand on the right team. This kind of situation is not uncommon in any place. Not only NTSB, but also the United Nations. And I also think that Deputy Director Andrew is a very respectable leader , Maybe Lovins' praise and following came from the heart?"
"Ah."
A contemptuous snort attracted everyone's attention.
Lina looked at her friend and said with a smile: "Of course, Reid is a respectable and good boss."
Su Fei: "RIP, will you give us a raise if you flatter me!"
Su Fei just said it casually, and no one expected that Zhuo Huan would actually answer him: "Tsk, did you take the picture?"
Su Fei: "...?!"
Fuck? !
The punk boy's eyes lit up, he half stood up excitedly, and was reminded by the flight attendant to sit down quickly. Old Joseph took him one step ahead and said in a sincere tone: "I am afraid that no one on this plane admires Reid more than me. He became the chief designer of McFly at the age of 22. Five years ago, I was with him in Rogue 318. I asked him for his autograph the first time we met at the investigation headquarters." He looked at Zhuo Huan, "Hey Reid, do you still remember this?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows, glanced at Fu Cheng from the corner of the eye, and said in a loose voice, "Oh? It seems to be."
Old Joseph: "Of course there is! Let me ask, do you know what school Reid graduated from? Lina, you are not allowed to say, you are cheating."
The blonde smiled softly and took a sip of her coffee.
Su Fei scratched his head: "How do I know, I know that RIP is from Stanford, but when did he graduate...17?"
Old Joseph said righteously: "You are not a loyal fan of Reid at first sight. Vol, do you know?"
Fucheng looked calm: "I don't know."
Zhuohuan glanced at him.
Old Joseph said seriously: "Sixteen years old! Su Fei, one year earlier than you!"
Su Fei: "..."
Old Joseph flattered again, and finally looked at Zhuo Huan expectantly: "Reid, is that enough?"
Zhuo Huan laughed casually, and he took off the blindfold in the drawer beside the seat: "Lina, give them a raise." After speaking, he put on the blindfold and closed the door of his seat, as if he was going to sleep.
Before Old Joseph was happy for two seconds, he suddenly realized: "Huh? What do you mean by giving 'them' a raise?"
Lina covered her lips and smiled lightly: "Actually, when I returned to China this time, Reid planned to give everyone a salary increase. UAAG's budget has been approved again."
Old Joseph: "..."
Su Fei: "Hahahaha, fortunately, I was robbed by you before I had time to play RIP!"
Everyone chatted and laughed again, and soon, they all closed the doors of their seats and planned to rest.
It takes about nine hours to fly back to Shencheng from Dubai.
Fucheng lay on the bed, connected to the WIFI on the plane, and looked at the phone screen. Suddenly, a message popped out from the top. Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, then clicked on the message.
[Zhuo Huan: Don't you know?]
There was a long silence.
[Fucheng: Know what?]
Zhuo Huan didn't reply for a long time.
Just when Fucheng was about to put down his phone, he replied, it was a voice message.
The fingers holding the phone tightened slightly, and Fu Cheng pressed to open the voice message.
"I'm not very famous in China's aviation industry. Many pilots admire me... Ah, including you?"
The man's contemptuous and lazy voice sounded in a low voice, and there was a hint of laughter in the last four words. Fu Cheng could almost imagine that when this man pressed the voice button and said this sentence, there must be his trademark casual smile on his face.
Zhuo Huan asked the exact same question nine months ago, and Fu Cheng also answered it.
It was in a bar in Helsinki, the capital of Finland.
Including you
Of course it does.
[Fucheng: Aren't you sleeping?]
He didn't answer the question.
[Zhuo Huan: Don't you sleep?]
[Fucheng: I'm checking Facebook.]
Unexpectedly, Fu Cheng would reply in such a way, Zhuo Huan originally thought it was some kind of flirting method newly invented by young people. Such a straightforward answer stunned him for a while before he sent a question mark.
Fucheng's eyes were calm, he opened Facebook, took a screenshot, and sent it over.
[Fucheng: Yamila Betty has been funded by someone and seems to have decided to publish a book. But before the release of her new autobiography, she opened a Facebook account and has been serializing on it.]
Zhuohuan: "..."
This fucking has something to do with me
Fu Cheng looked at the phone screen, and saw that Zhuo Huan sent another question mark, this time sending three question marks at once.
He fell silent and closed Facebook.
Five minutes later, Fu Cheng got up to go to the bathroom. Before opening the door, he thought for a while, then took out his phone and sent a message. Opening the door of the seat, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing up and walking towards the front of the first-class cabin together with myself.
Fucheng walked ahead without changing his face, Zhuohuan followed behind him with his hands in his pockets.
No one paid attention to their movements one after the other, pushed open the bathroom door, Fucheng walked in, but did not close the door. When Zhuo Huan walked in, he saw that handsome young man leaning against the wall next to the door. The bright light reflected in the depths of his pupils, he raised his head slightly, and looked at Zhuo Huan without saying a word.
The door clicked shut.
In the quiet bathroom, the roar of the aircraft engine hummed.
The first-class bathroom of Emirates Airline is unbelievably large, like a five-star hotel.
Zhuo Huan held Fu Cheng's face, pressed him against the wall, bowed his head and kissed him. Saliva overflowed from the corners of the intertwined lips, and after kissing the man's lips red and swollen, the man let him go with satisfaction.
Their foreheads touched, panting lightly.
"including me."
Zhuo Huan was slightly startled, looking down at the young man in front of him. He turned the corner of his mouth and said lazily, "Huh?"
Fucheng looked up at him. The extreme distance gave him an illusion, as if he could grab this bright and gorgeous star as soon as he stretched out his hand. His lips parted and his heart beat in his chest.
After Fu Cheng didn't speak for a long time, Zhuo Huan kissed him again.
What he wanted to say was blocked in this fierce and tender kiss, Fu Cheng closed his eyes, hugged his back, and opened his lips to kiss back.
"Of course there is someone on this plane who knows you better than Joseph Sr.
Not Lina. 』
***
The Emirates 411 air crash is completely over, but its story has not stopped.
Yamila Beatty, a survivor of the Emirates 411 crash, is also a new eyewitness who suddenly appears after 23 years.
She suddenly began to serialize articles on Facebook, telling about all her experiences of twenty-three years ago, that day, that half hour, and even the next twenty-three years of life.
At the beginning, only Fucheng noticed that Betty was posting serial articles on Facebook. After returning to Shencheng, he stopped reading Betty's articles, but Lina and Su Fei became interested and followed up with updates every day.
Su Fei: "This is true or not, and it's too touching. Brother Fu, do you know what she wrote in today's update?"
Fu Cheng looked up at him: "Huh?"
Su Fei: "She said she was able to board that plane because the Dubai businessman who took care of her wanted to take her abroad. But the businessman sat in the business class and only bought her an economy class ticket. It was the first time in her life. Once on a plane, she was terrified and dared not touch anything. Sitting next to her was an old Australian couple who were very kind, talking to Betty and helping her with her luggage."
Old Joseph: "That's all?"
Su Fei: "I haven't finished yet! Betty said that at the moment when the plane crash happened, the grandmother sitting on her left held her hand firmly, encouraging her not to be afraid. She was only nineteen years old at that time, this The touch of the old lady's warm hand gave her an unforgettable memory in her life. For the next 23 years, she felt the power of that warm hand every day, but the old couple died!"
Zhuo Huan just happened to pour a cup of coffee and walked past the office area, he sneered: "Well done."
Su Fei: "..."
"Okay, I guess it's made up too."
But Lina said: "Not necessarily. There are quite a lot of survivors of the Emirates 411 crash, but as far as I know, there is indeed an old couple from Australia sitting next to Yamila Betty's seat, and they are very unfortunate. , really died."
Old Joseph: "A half-truth, half-false story, the most touching? But I can guarantee that if you give that lady another chance, she will not tell the truth back then. This is what her eyes told me. What a big mistake, the real cause of the Emirates 411 crash has been related to the case before, which has long attracted the attention of the industry."
Su Fei began to look for his companion: "Fu, do you think what she said is true?"
Fucheng thought for a while: "At least for her, she thinks it's true."
Old Joseph clapped his hands: "Okay, everyone, don't talk about Yamila Betty. Hey, I'm going to Reid's house to have a barbecue tonight. Have you prepared my birthday present?"
Old Joseph's birthday was in late April. However, during his birthday, everyone was busy contacting Jinnai's laboratory to do experiments together, and they didn't care about his birthday at all. So after returning to Shencheng, Lina decided to make up a birthday for him, even Zhuo Huan objected.
Su Fei: "Of course it's ready, just wait and see."
Old Joseph looked at Lina, and without waiting for Lina to speak, he said, "It's good to have your blessing, Lina, I'm so touched that you still remember my birthday."
Then, he looked at Fucheng.
Fu Cheng opened the drawer, and was about to take out the gift bag.
Old Joseph hurriedly said: "Wait until Reid's house to get it, it's not good to get too much now... Fuck, Martell?!"
Fucheng smiled and handed it over: "Happy birthday, old Joseph."
Old Joseph happily took the paper bag with Martell Chateau LOGO printed on it, and said, "V, you really understand me very well."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, with Zhuo Huan's permission, everyone left work early.
When he came downstairs to Zhuo Huan's house, Uncle Zhuo suddenly called. He frowned, and gave Lina the key card, and asked her to take everyone up first, and walked aside to answer the phone by himself.
Glancing at Zhuo Huan's back, Fu Cheng walked into the gate together with Su Fei and Old Joseph.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a slim and charming figure from the corner of his eye, Fu Cheng was stunned, and he immediately turned his head to look. However, he didn't see anyone. Looking at the empty lobby on the first floor, he slowly frowned.
Old Joseph: "V, why don't you go?"
Fu Cheng: "It's nothing, I seem to have admitted the wrong person."
He followed in stride.
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Wow, Fucheng took the initiative to send me a message asking me to find him. You see, I don’t need to say that sentence, right
Fu Chengcheng: …
Zhuo Anxi: He had a crush on me from the very beginning [serious face]
Book Five Heathcliff