The interview ended, but it was just around three o'clock.
However, the two failed to return to the investigation headquarters smoothly.
Just a few steps away from the ward, a burst of noise blocked the way of Fucheng and old Joseph.
"Sir, you can't do this."
"Sir, this is a hospital, please keep quiet, or I will call security."
"Call the security up!"
Amid the crowds, several female nurses wearing white nurse caps opened their hands one after another to stop a black-haired, yellow-skinned Asian-faced man. This man has messy hair and is wearing a light-colored suit jacket that has been washed and whitish. He raised his head to reveal tired eyes, with bloodshot eyes bursting from the eyeballs, like a frightened and violent beast.
He rushed forward recklessly, and several female nurses couldn't stop him at all.
Or maybe they didn't particularly want to stop at all.
As a soldier, Fu Cheng subconsciously looked at the scene of the riot, and his eyes finally stayed on those female nurses who never touched the man's arm. The arms are just vainly blocking the front, without exerting any strength at all.
Is it because Finns don't like physical contact, or are they waiting for security to come upstairs
Or, is there another reason
The man was about to rush to the single ward at the end of the corridor, he suddenly stopped and looked at Fu Cheng and Old Joseph beside him. When the eyes really met, the deep sadness silent in the tired eyes burned old Joseph instantly.
Old Joseph had rich experience in investigating aircraft accidents, so he understood the story behind these eyes almost instantly.
In the past twenty years, he has seen countless pairs of such eyes.
There are men and women, old people and children.
Either with tears in his eyes, or with grief.
But what has never changed is the endless wilderness swallowed by despair in the depths of the eyes.
Old Joseph was about to speak when the man spoke first. He spoke poor English, and he pointed at the documents hanging on the chests of Fucheng and Old Joseph with dancing gestures: "Are you investigators? The result, is the result out? Is it that devil? It was him, he killed everyone. Man, he killed everyone, right!"
Old Joseph was dumbfounded, not knowing what he was talking about. He didn't even know where he had angered this strange man. After seeing his blank reaction, the sadness on the man's face turned into intense hatred at a speed visible to the naked eye. This intense hatred distorted his expression. Old Joseph was obviously stronger than him, but he took half a step back from his stare.
The man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the ID on Old Joseph's chest: "You are still dawdling, and you haven't punished the murderer, you..."
A thin but powerful arm was as fast as lightning, easily grabbing his elbow. With a backhand grab with his right hand, he wrapped his arms around the man's wrist, and turned his back backwards. The man exclaimed in pain, Fucheng pressed him against the wall without changing his face, pressed his knees, and held him tightly.
A set of movements was as fast as the wind, and even the old Joseph who was closest to him didn't react.
Fu Cheng said calmly: "Mr. Yamada, before the investigation report comes out, no one is a murderer, and no one needs to be punished."
It happened that two security guards climbed up the stairs panting, and Fushiro pushed with his palm, pushing Yamada Kazuya in front of the two.
"Take him away, this is the hospital."
The black-haired young man had a pair of cold and indifferent eyebrows, but he was so oppressive that no one dared to speak out.
***
Leaving the hospital, old Joseph was still uneasy.
After he regained his composure, he looked at Fucheng: "Although I guess that person is a family member of the JL917 victims, or may be one of the survivors, but Fu, you actually know him and his name? Could it be that he was in When did you say your name and I didn't notice?"
Fu Cheng smiled gently: "After I came to Finland, I read all the investigation reports of EASA, and there happened to be lists of survivors and victims, and general information about their families."
Old Joseph was horrified: "So you carried it all on your back?"
Fucheng: "..."
"Old Joseph, I'm just an ordinary person, not a prodigy with a long-term memory."
Old Joseph thought to himself: As for your hand just now, ordinary people? Ah.
The two walked to the subway station.
Fushiro: "I remember him because Yamada Kazuya is not an ordinary survivor, he is a family member of the victims." Hearing this, Old Joseph looked at him, "JL917, seat numbers 78A and 78B. The passenger on seat 78A called Yamada Kazuya, 78B is called Yamada Ami. On December 14, the two were newly married in Tokyo. On the 19th, they embarked on a honeymoon trip and came to Finland to visit the Arctic Village. I heard that it is the hometown of Santa Claus.”
Old Joseph opened his lips slightly, and from the corner of his memory, he remembered the survivor's information he had read.
After a long time, he murmured: "After boarding the plane, Yamada Ami wanted to sit by the window and enjoy the scenery, so she changed seats with her new husband. When the plane crashed, the left wing of the plane was broken by the ground, and the left side of the window row The seats were all torn off, and seat 78A flew out of the cabin... Seat 78B was intact."
All the interview materials of the survivors are recorded.
Investigators sometimes listened to audio while going through the materials.
The heart-piercing cry left a deep impression on old Joseph. The man was tearing his throat, calling the name of his new wife and the unborn child in her belly.
***
Like Kazuya Yamada, there are not a few people who believe that the JAL JL917 crash was a long-planned man-made suicide.
Most of the survivors returned to Japan, with a few remaining in Helsinki.
They built a monument to the victims not far from Vantaa Airport. Under the white stone monument, dewy flowers are sent every day.
Finland has never had such a large air accident, and the media reports have not stopped since the day it happened.
No one knows where the reporter got the information on the crew. Among the three pilots who are in charge of flying the plane, the most notable one is the co-pilot Shosuke Maeda.
Huge debts, broken relationships...
Each one is extremely suspicious.
He happened to be the pilot in command that day.
The captain was responsible for assisting him with the flight, as well as radio communications.
The skepticism of the media public is not groundless. In the case of "running out of fuel", first, the day of the accident was a rare good weather in Helsinki, and the possibility of an air crash caused by the weather is almost zero; Airliners are also among the safest. In more than 20 years of flying, there has never been an engine stall incident, so the possibility of flight system errors is extremely low.
Other than that, there are only man-made reasons left.
A co-pilot who wanted to commit suicide was forced to a dead end by debts and his fiancée.
Coincidentally, the fiancée who abandoned him was also on this plane, so take her to die with him, and bring more than two hundred people to be buried with him...
How convincing is this reason.
There is only one person left in the world who is willing to believe in him.
That is Shan Xiahui.
Fucheng suddenly realized: "That's why UAAG came here?"
Old Joseph's footsteps paused, and the little American man looked at him with a smile: "UAAG is invited by the European Aviation Safety Agency. But we have to find out the truth quickly, the wine in Finland is really bad! "
Back at the investigation headquarters, the two of them were shocked by the scene on the first floor just as they stepped in.
The first floor of the investigation headquarters was originally vacant, like a large warehouse. Now it is packed to the brim, and the four damaged engines can be seen in detail. There are also some engine parts that were scattered all over the ground when the plane crashed. Now they are also collected and placed on tables by category. superior.
Fucheng is thin and thin, and he can still travel without hindrance.
Not old Joseph, who had a big beer belly and could barely get his way through so many tables on his side.
Back on the second floor, Old Joseph: "What's going on down there? Are all four engines brought from EASA?"
Lina smiled and said: "It's the same as what you saw. Let's not mention the weather reason for now. Man-made reasons, after Mai Fei sends the black box over in a special plane tomorrow, let Su Fei repair it, and then we can know what happened in the cockpit .As for the problem with the flight system, Reid said, let's check the engine, so all the parts of the engine have been taken." She blinked, "The first floor has been empty for so long, just waiting for the engine."
A clear voice sounded: "Why don't you check the telex system? This is because four engines are shutting down at the same time. It cannot be a problem with the engine itself."
"Because you think it's impossible for four engines to fail at the same time?"
His body froze, Fu Cheng slowly turned his head.
He saw the man.
The man was standing at the stairs, leaning to the right, slightly leaning on the railing, with his arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.
There was only two seconds of silence, but the four eyes looked at each other, but it seemed like a year.
Fucheng heard himself say this, and his tone was firm and firm: "Yes, EASA's previous investigation report only briefly explained the damage of the engine, and did not start with the engine."
He was refuting Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan smiled softly and stepped forward. He approached step by step, Fu Cheng didn't know why, he didn't move at all, just stood in place.
When this person stood in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but just as he raised his head a little, Zhuo Huan put his hand on his head and pushed it down again.
The slender and cold fingers passed through the hair and brushed against the scalp, and for just a moment, it made his whole body go numb.
Zhuo Huan withdrew his hand, bypassed him, and walked over casually.
"So they can't find out."
"Check the engine. As for the reason..."
"The intuition of an aircraft designer."
"Oh yes, this is from the aircraft designer who won the Wright Brothers Medal and was nominated for the Von Karman Prize—"
"intuition."
There was a moment of silence in the investigation headquarters.
After saying these words, Zhuo Huan didn't speak again, he walked into the laboratory. Started to test the metal material just removed from the engine. No matter how noisy others are, he seems to have never heard of it.
After a long time, Su Fei: "Damn it, pretend to be like this, I want to learn too."
Old Joseph laughed: "Reid has always been like this, arrogant and conceited, don't bother with him." This is to explain to Fucheng that Zhuo Huan didn't deliberately target him just now, but this guy has a bad temper naturally.
Hearing old Joseph describe himself like this, Zhuo Huan finally raised his head with interest, and gave him a cold look.
Old Joseph spread his hands, signaling himself to shut up immediately.
Except for Lina, the rest of the UAAG went downstairs with the staff of the investigation headquarters and began to re-check the engine parts.
Su Fei came to Fucheng's side and touched his arm: "I think you are right, if the four engines fail, they can't be broken at the same time. RIP has a brain problem, and the dictatorship is not questionable."
Fu Cheng kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not respond.
Su Fei scratched his head: "Tell me, if the engine fails together, where could it be?"
"Fucheng?"
Just when Su Fei thought he would not answer, Fu Cheng said, "Let's start with metal fatigue."