United States, Alaska, Unalaska.
A young man with short brown hair stood on the pier, wearing a white fisherman hat to block the harsh sunlight. But to his disappointment, the Aleutian Islands in October still had the most vicious weather on every island. The sea breeze hung on his cheeks like a knife, and the ultraviolet rays penetrated everywhere. Every pore on his body was hot from the inside out. Exhale heat.
"Oh shit, I could swear these winds are full of sand! I feel it, every stroke of them is like a little needle, they are pricking my skin!"
The subordinate accompanying him said helplessly, "Mr. Lawrence, this is the way it is here. I'm afraid it won't be a little cooler until next month, but the sun will always be this big. Because this is the Pacific Ocean."
Lawrence Hall showed an ugly look: "I really hope I never use this ghost place again!"
Between the Bering Sea and the North Pacific Ocean, there is a narrow belt of small volcanic islands, which is the famous Aleutian Islands.
The Aleutian Islands are composed of about 300 extremely small volcanic islands, and more than 50 volcanoes are densely distributed among them. Not all of the more than 300 small islands are suitable for human habitation. Almost half of the small islands are uninhabited islands and are not suitable for human habitation. When Lawrence arrived in Unalaska, he even thought that if the piece of plane debris didn't float to Unalaska, but landed on any uninhabited island in the Aleutian Islands, he might not be able to find it in his next life!
The permanent population of the Aleutian Islands is 8,000, of which 4,000 live on Unalaska Island.
The small island is home to one of the largest fishing grounds in the United States.
After arriving at Unalaska pier by boat, Lawrence drove to the place where the plane debris was found.
Lawrence: "Maybe it's a waste of time. This is Alaska, and it's almost to Russia. I remember that the westernmost part of the Aleutian Islands is Russian territory. How could the wreckage of Rogge 318 float here? It came from Boston After taking off, it flew west and south, so how lost do you have to be to come here?"
The subordinate also nodded: "I have paid the local fishermen who found the debris to clean up the debris on the debris before we come. The wreck in the photo is full of fishing nets and seaweed. At least let it go. Get cleaner."
Lawrence muttered, "I hope I'm not wasting my time."
The two soon came to the beach on the other side of the island.
Here, a temporary shed has already been built to store the debris of the plane that floated on the beach. After getting in touch with the staff guarding the debris, Lawrence led his men down the beach. He pushed open the metal door of the simple shed, and all of a sudden, the strong beach sunlight and the dim indoor environment made him blind for a short time.
It was suddenly dark, but at this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.
Lawrence seemed to hear his own heartbeat.
Plop, plop.
In the dark world, he heard the hum of the sea wind blowing into the dilapidated shed, and heard the vulgar and swearing jokes of fishermen on the beach. It was as if he had met his fate suddenly, and he obviously didn't find anything, but he suddenly felt that a fiery fire belonging to fate was burning in his dark world.
Gradually there was light in front of his eyes, and he saw a piece of shattered and broken plane wreckage.
Fishing nets, seaweed, dirt, all the things that obscured the tail in the photos were all removed, so what appeared in front of us was a piece of red and white patterned aircraft tail wreckage.
And on the place where most of it has been corroded, there are two clear English letters—
"RO"
ROGGE.
Roger.
Mouth slowly opened wide.
The subordinates around him were surprised: "RO? Mr. Lawrence, this must be the wreckage of Rogge 318, it looks too similar, it must be! Do you need me to notify Mr. Patrick immediately?"
"and many more."
"Mr. Lawrence?"
"I'll call him myself."
Three times, three times, the wreckage of Rogge 318 has been found.
However, he has never been shocked like this before. Almost impatiently, Lawrence Hall took out his cell phone. He hurried out of the shed and made the call. After the phone was picked up, it was the other party who suppressed his anger and said "fuck". The thought of "Huaguo seems to be in the early morning" flashed across his mind, but Lawrence didn't have time to think too much. He opened his mouth eagerly, Quickly said: "Reid, I personally came to the scene and confirmed that it is a fragment of Rogue 318..."
"No no no, this time is different, I have a hunch, a strong hunch, God told me, it will definitely be possible, it is it!"
"Trust me, over two years later, Reid, I think we're finally going to find it!"
On the other side of the ocean, Huaguo, Shencheng.
Fu Cheng was sleeping when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from beside him. With a click, the bedside lamp was turned on. The hazy yellow lights spread out in the room, Fu Cheng squinted his eyes because of the light, he asked softly: "Zhuo Huan?"
Throwing off the quilt, and putting on the pajamas casually, Zhuo Huan turned around and kissed him on the lips.
The two kissed for a while.
Zhuo Huan: "I'm going to the study."
Fucheng gradually woke up: "What's the matter?"
Zhuo Huan: "That fragment should belong to Rogge 318."
Fu Cheng was completely awake now, he straightened his body and asked, "Do you need help?"
Zhuo Huan: "No, this is the beginning."
Fu Cheng: "What?"
Zhuo Huan fastened the buttons of his pajamas one by one, with a calm demeanor and a calm tone, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter: "According to the movement of ocean currents, changes in monsoons, and the ocean weather in the past three months, calculate the time to narrow down the drifting point. Range. Fucheng, sleep a little longer, at least for the next week, there are enough things for you to do."
Fu Cheng stared at him, and after a few seconds, he stood up and put on his clothes.
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Fu Cheng: "Didn't you say that you will be busy for a week, so let's start now."
Staring at the young man's face for a long time, Zhuo Huan laughed hoarsely, then turned and walked towards the study. Fu Cheng followed behind him and also walked in. After a while, the lights in the study were turned on, and there was a crackling sound of keyboard tapping.
Many people, salvage companies, UC supercomputing labs...
At the same moment, with a distance of half the earth, they all put down all the work at hand and started their fourth calculation and work on the wreckage of Rogge 318.
Zhuo Huan, Professor Robert, and Lawrence are having a multi-person conversation. They have just finished a heated discussion and have unified opinions on this computing work.
In the video, Professor Robert said with a smile: "You are really lucky, Reid, maybe just like Lawrence said, this is probably fate. The government just ended the expropriation of the enlarged supercomputer two days ago, and now you will use it .I think we will find it this time.”
Zhuo Huan gave a soft "Oh": "Do you believe in fate?"
The winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics, Robert Gatsby smiled slightly: "Reid, I am a pure materialist, but before I close my eyes and leave this world, I can't guarantee that one day I will be like Like Einstein, I suddenly believed in fate. Questions you can’t answer, answers you can’t figure out, when I no longer have the energy and time to think about it, I am willing to attribute this unsolvable answer to mine destiny."
Lawrence interrupted their conversation mercilessly: "Reid, I'm sending you the photo I just took. I've arranged for a freighter to transport it to Los Angeles."
The video conference hangs up.
After a while, Zhuo Huan received a photo of the plane wreckage from Lawrence. He quietly looked at the red and white aircraft tail fragments, almost at the first sight of it, he was sure that it was a Rogge 318.
McFly F485, he has carefully studied every part of it thoroughly. No one in the world knows McFly F485 better than him, not even Thor Reina, who was its chief designer for thirteen years.
Fu Cheng came in with coffee, he handed the coffee with four pieces of sugar to Zhuo Huan, holding a cup of clear coffee himself. Standing by the desk, Fu Cheng looked down at the picture on the computer screen, and was slightly taken aback: "The wreckage of the tail of the plane?"
Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee, looked up at him, a little surprised: "Did you see the tail wing?"
The wreckage, while nearly intact, is still heavily corroded. Zhuo Huan could recognize the empennage at a glance because he was the main designer of this plane. Lawrence can recognize it because he is the head of a professional salvage company, and he has been in charge of the salvage work after the crash and disappearance of Rogge 318. He knows every detail of this plane like the back of his hand.
But it is indeed quite rare for Fucheng to recognize him immediately.
Fu Cheng was silent, he didn't answer, but took out his mobile phone and found a photo.
It was a bright, roomy plane in the sun.
Smooth and beautiful lines, clean and neat red and white colors, the sun shining on the cold metal skin, glowing with a light and elegant cool color. The subject of this photo shoot is the tail of the plane, with a huge airline logo painted on it, followed by the five letters —
ROGGE.
Roger.
Fu Cheng: "This is the tail of Rogge 318."
Zhuo Huan looked up at him, as if asking how you got this photo.
Apparently, this photo was taken before the ROG 318 crashed.
Recalling the long time ago, Fucheng said in a calm voice, "I didn't shoot it. After the plane crash, I met a family member of the victim, Uncle Vince. His name is Vince Presley."
Zhuo Huan: "Presley? Amy Presley?"
Fucheng: "Yes, Uncle Vince's daughter, Amy, was one of the victims of Rogge 318. Coincidentally, she was sitting next to my uncle and aunt. Amy seldom travels far. The time she left Boston, it was She left her hometown for the first time and decided to live in another city. She got on the Rogge 318. She is a person who likes photography. Before boarding the plane, she took this photo of the rear wing and sent it to her father to tell him about herself Boarded the plane smoothly. It's just a pity that this is the last message she sent."
Zhuo Huan looked at the photo quietly. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and said to Fu Cheng: "The marine meteorological report of the North Pacific Ocean in the last three months has been sent to your mailbox, and I have sorted it out and sent it to me."
Fucheng put away his phone: "Okay."
The screen of the mobile phone that was put back in the pocket went dark after a few seconds, and on the darkened screen was a bright and simple airplane tail.
During the most difficult year ever, Vince Presley woke up from nightmares every night. He could only shed tears all over his face, turn on his phone, read the last message his daughter sent to him, and then fell asleep crying.
[Amy: It’s time to board the plane, Dad, I’ll give you a message when we get there. love you, good night! [picture]]
***
University of California, Berkeley, Supercomputing Laboratory.
After five days in a row, the salvage company in charge of Lawrence began to search around along the Aleutian Islands. Professor Robert worked with Zhuo Huan, together with several professors from the University of Sydney and Harvard University, to calculate the possible crash site of the plane.
This is really five days and five nights without sleep.
When the researchers under his command entered all the data into the supercomputer, Professor Robert breathed a sigh of relief. He drank his coffee and said, "Okay, let's hand over everything to the computer now. Believe it, I will give you the information in three days. A suitable salvage range."
Lawrence: "I need this to be reduced to at least 3,000 square kilometers."
Robert: "Dear Lawrence, you must be kidding me. Ten thousand square kilometers, that's the limit."
Lawrence: "Is 5,000 square kilometers okay?"
Robert shook his head seriously: "Ten thousand, the computer will not bargain with you, Lawrence, please recognize the reality."
Lawrence: "Oh fuck! Hey, how did Reid quit the video."
Robert smiled and said, "Didn't you see how tired he looked just now? I think he hasn't closed his eyes for at least two days. Let this poor man sleep a little longer."
In the video, Lawrence spread his hands helplessly.
As Robert Gatsby said, Zhuo Huan really hasn't rested for a long time. But not two days, but a full three days and two nights. He had almost reached the verge of mental depression, the string in his mind was tightly stretched and would break at the touch of a finger.
When Fu Cheng came back from UAAG, what he saw was Zhuo Huan lying on the sofa in the study, frowning and falling asleep. He thought for a while, and brought a blanket from the bedroom, but when covering Zhuo Huan, he woke up.
Opening his eyes, he found that the person in front of him was Fu Cheng, Zhuo Huan glanced at him, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
After Fu Cheng covered the blanket, he walked out of the door lightly, turned off the light in the study, and closed the door.
This sleep lasted until the next morning, Zhuo Huan still didn't wake up.
Fu Cheng chose the latter between "call this person up for breakfast" and "let him sleep for a while". He put the food in the refrigerator and left a note on the dining table. When he arrived at the UAAG headquarters, Old Joseph glanced behind Fucheng and asked in surprise, "Isn't Reid here today?"
Fu Cheng: "He is resting."
Su Fei: "It's been six or seven days, isn't it all right? Have you found Rogge 318?"
Fucheng shook his head: "I just input the data into the supercomputer, and it should take two days until the supercomputer calculates the final result. And this is just to determine a narrowed salvage scope. After that, the salvage company still needs to work in this extremely wide area. Continue to search within the range. Even if the three salvage companies work together, it will take at least half a month."
Lina walked over with a smile: "Everything must be in the right direction. Maybe we should think about it now. We found Rogge 318 in half a month, and we are going to the United States to investigate the accident."
Su Fei: "No, Lina, you are wrong, you may not be able to investigate directly if you find it."
Lina froze for a moment.
Su Fei looked serious: "First of all, you have to be clear that the model of Rogge 318 is Maifei F485, and its empty weight alone has more than 300 tons. Even if it crashes when it falls into the sea, it will break into three knots. Well, that section must be at least 100 tons. Secondly, it has fallen into the sea for so long and has not been found, and it has not been washed up by the current. In all likelihood, it has fallen to a deep depth. Then the problem comes, do you want to put a Hundreds of tons of things were fished out of the sea... Do you know how difficult it is?"
Old Joseph looked at the punk boy with interest: "Oh, you know?"
The old god Su Fei nodded his head, and he looked like a master: "Of course, I know a little bit about salvage of sunken ships in the deep sea. I think it will take at least a month just to bring it up!"
Old Joseph: "Aren't you a computer major, and you still understand this?"
Su Fei: "Emperor Jinnai told me that he is a professor of physics at the University of Tokyo, and he understands this kind of stuff. I didn't say that, if RIP really finds Rogge 318, maybe they have to ask Jinnai to help him. To get the plane out of the sea!"
Lina smiled softly, "You have a good relationship with Professor Jinna."
Su Fei chuckled: "Revolutionary Friendship, I sometimes go to his computer to browse, and once I found a movie."
Everyone: "..."
Su Fei sighed and sighed: "Knowing people, knowing faces but not heart, you don't know, that guy Jinnai's movies are still novelty-seeking and heavy-tasting. But as a friend, I helped him delete it very considerately. Watching this kind of stuff affects the body and mind healthy."
Hearing this, Fucheng was a little surprised. He really didn't think that Professor Zinna would put porn on his work computer, and he was also a person with a strong taste for porn: "Are you sure you read it right?"
Su Fei: "That must be, I clicked on it and looked, wow, my eyes are so hot!"
Old Joseph laughed and said, "Is it possible that he deliberately put it in the computer for you to see, in order to leave a psychological shadow on you, so that you won't look through his computer files casually in the future?"
Su Fei was dumbfounded: "..."
"No, can it still be like this?"
"Damn! Emperor Tsunai, this guy is not righteous!"
Everyone: "..."
Who is not righteous, do you not know in your own mind
Time passed day by day.
Three days later, the Supercomputing Laboratory of the University of California gave the narrowed salvage area, and the three salvage companies determined the area and started salvage work at the same time.
Soon, half a month passed.
The UAAG members who have not received the entrustment are not really doing nothing every day. After Zhuo Huan returned to the UAAG headquarters, Su Fei casually said, "It's so boring, why don't we go on vacation RIP", and then Uncle Zhuo sneered and raised his eyebrows. Him: "Oh, are you bored?"
The punk boy didn't feel anything wrong yet.
"Yes, it's boring. I think it's better for us to take another month's vacation. Just in time, my birthday will be in half a month. Hehehe, why don't we come back after my birthday?"
Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue lightly: "Go and get the information on the US Airways 384 crash."
No names were named, but Lina knew he was talking to herself. The blonde smiled softly, got up and walked towards the reference room.
Old Joseph: "Hey Reid, I have a bad feeling, what are you doing with my accident data?"
Zhuo Huan: "Have you ever investigated the air accident that the person concerned participated in?"
Fu Cheng: "No."
Su Fei: "No."
Zhuo Huan raised the corners of his lips: "Wow, now there is a person in front of you, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. US Airways Flight 384 crashed, and then, from the beginning to the end, I will clean it up in detail. This is you Next job. Are you happy?"
Everyone: "..."
Old Joseph looked at Su Fei angrily: "Why did you say that, Fly!"
Su Fei was also dumbfounded: "...how did I know that RIP is so poisonous!!!"
US Airways 384 crash, which is the one that Joseph Sr. experienced personally 18 years ago. In this air crash, the co-pilot died on the spot, and Joseph Sr. also lost a leg. The result of the accident investigation given by the NTSB at that time was that the bad weather caused the inexperienced co-pilot to make an operation error. For some reason, he did not ask the experienced captain for help, but insisted on landing alone, which eventually caused the plane to crash.
The outcome of the crash was undisputed, and Joseph Sr. could attest that there were no contingencies that could have occurred.
But soon, everyone knew that Zhuo Huan asked them to re-investigate the cause of the air crash.
"The air crash accident that the parties participated in the investigation together really has a different feeling from other accidents." Fucheng said with emotion.
Old Joseph looked at the clear and cold words on the investigation report. He closed his eyes, as if returning to that dark night with freezing rain. When he opened his eyes again, he smiled with relief: "My feelings are probably deeper than all of you."
Fu Cheng and Su Fei turned to look at him.
After a long while, Fu Cheng said, "Perhaps Mr. Zhuo also had this different feeling when he investigated Nikko 917."
Su Fei: "What?"
Fu Cheng: "JAL 917, also known as Maifei 475, Mr. Zhuo's understanding of this plane is much deeper than ours."
At this moment, after a year, everyone suddenly understood why Zhuo Huan suddenly went to check the engine in Helsinki at that time, insisting that the engine was faulty. Why could he do this without hesitation after such a loud voice of doubt, and finally proved his guess to be correct.
Because he knew this plane better than everyone present.
And this kind of feeling, they can only experience one or two today.
"Have time to drink tea here? Give me the report tomorrow." The cold male voice was mocking, and everyone turned to look at the person coming. I saw Zhuo Huan walking out of the lounge while drinking coffee. He looked at Su Fei, sneered and said, "You write."
Su Fei: "Huh? Why do you want me to write it? I've never written it before, and I'm not good at it."
Zhuo Huan: "It's you who will write it." While speaking, he took advantage of the situation and sat beside Fu Cheng. Putting the coffee cup on the tea table, he still seemed a little tired, he leaned slightly on Fu Cheng's shoulder, "I'll lean on it for a while."
Su Fei stood up: "RIP, I'm not a major in this field, why did you ask me to write?"
Zhuo Huan: "It's noisy. Don't write about deducting your salary."
Su Fei: "..."
"Just buckle!"
Zhuohuan looked at Lina: "Deduct half."
Su Fei: "Damn! You are abusing your private power, I want to sue you!"
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Oh, I am your only boss, welcome to complain."
The corner of Su Fei's mouth twitched, and in the next second, he actually looked at Fu Cheng, angrily saying, "Brother Fu, you don't care about RIP anymore, there's no way to do this!"
As soon as his words fell to the ground, both Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng were stunned.
Su Fei: "Take care of this guy, he is unreasonable."
Fu Cheng: "...how do I manage it?"
Hearing this sentence, Zhuo Huan laughed in a low voice. He took out his mobile phone to find Fucheng's name, and typed a line slowly, "Actually, it's not bad for you to blow the wind beside your pillow." Just after sending it, the mobile phone rang suddenly. up. Looking at the name flashing on the phone screen, Zhuo Huan was slightly startled, and did not answer the phone immediately.
Fu Cheng took a look: "Lawrence's call? Won't you answer it?"
Only then did Zhuo Huan press the answer button. While answering the phone, he got up and walked to the balcony, but Lawrence's roaring voice pierced through the sound hole and echoed fiercely throughout the office: "Reid, I found it! I found it!"
"—Rogge 318!"
His footsteps stopped abruptly.
In the office, there was a sudden silence.
The world turned into a silent silence. In the spacious and bright office, only the wind blowing gently from the air conditioner outlet.
Zhuo Huan held the phone in one hand, he turned around slowly and looked at Fu Cheng.
The young man stood up, his eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted, and he also looked at him.
Their eyes met, and at that moment, countless words came to their lips, and a flood of emotions flooded in. However, in the end, the long look at each other can only be attributed to one sentence. Zhuo Huan smiled, and he raised his chin to Fu Cheng: "Hey, Fu Cheng, I found it." Then he said to Lina, "Book the ticket to Alaska."