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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter One"

weight="139356"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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New York, LaGuardia Airport.

"boom"

The heat waves are rolling, the air is thick and thick, and the huge roar of the engine is like a roar, tearing apart the smooth and smooth blue sky. A blue and white plane dived down from the air, taxied forward for more than two thousand meters and then slowly stabilized. The airport ground handling and tractors rushed up, everyone wrapped in a layer of sticky sweat and sent the newly landed plane to the terminal.

In the terminal building, which is a kilometer away from the airport runway, there are a dozen children lying next to the clear and tall French windows. The children's jet black eyes glowed with hot light, and their eyes scorched on the plane closest to the terminal building, chattering non-stop.

"The plane I was on when I came"

"so big!"

"Mom, will we go up, that big plane!"

Fucheng dragged his suitcase through the children's excited shouts.

Today is the Independence Day holiday. There are tourists coming to New York everywhere. The airport traffic is obviously much larger than usual.

It was almost time to board the plane, he quickened his pace and walked to Gate 67.

"Evan!"

The shouts were immediately drowned in the noisy voices of the airport.

"Evan·Fu!"

There was an inaudible rubbing sound between the leather shoes and the marble floor. Fucheng turned his head and saw the blond man walking towards him.

A thick layer of hairspray was applied to the golden medium-length hair, and he stroked it back, pressing closely to the scalp, exposing the owner's imperfect hairline appropriately. He strode to Fucheng and was about to introduce himself when he saw the young man in front of him with lips raised, a spring breeze blowing on his face, and he reached out his hand.

"Richard, we met in Newark."

"So you still remember me." Richard bared his white teeth, and he stretched out his hand and shook Fucheng. "I haven't seen you in a few months, why are you here? There are very few international flights from LaGuardia. Which city are you going to?"

The skin color of most Chinese is not as white as that of Westerners, but the light falls on his face, as white as porcelain, and outlines a clear and smooth jaw line, which made Richard sigh in his heart.

"Boston."

The clear voice regained his senses, and Richard regained his senses: "Boston? Hey, how do you go to the terminal without directly finding a crew to take a ride? Oh, I remember, you Chinese people always don't like it. Going through your own back door, even if it is such a common thing. You didn't go through the VIP channel, didn't you buy a business class ticket?"

Fucheng was helpless: "In the Independence Day holiday, you know, it's good to be able to buy economy class. You will board the plane in forty minutes."

Richard looked up at the giant LED screen hanging on the top of the airport and found the flight information: "American Airlines Flight 2186? I'll take you to the crew lounge, say hello, and board the plane with the crew."

"That's so embarrassing"

Richard smiled, and before he spoke, the dark-haired young man twisted his suitcase's hand, and his thin wrist turned out to an imperceptible angle, and his posture changed, as if he had been following him at the beginning. Like behind.

"Where is the lounge?"

Richard froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Follow me."

The crew lounge was not far from the boarding gate, and Fucheng pulled the suitcase and followed Richard to the door of the lounge.

The long and quiet corridor separates the lounge from the airport lobby, halfway through, there is no noise, only the echo of footsteps can be heard. The well-dressed stewardess stood in front of the automatic glass door of the lounge, with blond hair and blue eyes, bright red lips, bending over and smiling at the people passing by.

Richard walked over: "This is a friend of mine, a companion. Is it convenient for him to enter the lounge and board the plane with the crew?"

Unexpectedly, the flight attendant showed a surprised look. She glanced at Fucheng and whispered to Richard: "Captain, there are some questions."

The stewardess's nervous expression made Richard aware of the abnormality. He turned to Fucheng and said, "Evan, let me ask what happened first." He and the stewardess walked aside and said a few words softly. Richard came back soon. He sighed and apologized: "I'm sorry, my friend, a special guest has arrived in the lounge. Several high-level executives are in it, as well as a few captains. I'm afraid I will have to. Go in and have a look. I can't take you on the plane, I really don't know what to say."

Fucheng was disappointed, but shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Richard."

Richard watched the young man disappear at the end of the corridor while pulling the suitcase.

The automatic glass doors of the lounge opened to both sides, Richard strode into the lounge, and the elegant symphony slowly flowed out of the high-end speakers, which made him slow down. When passing the sofa seat by the window, the high-level uniforms and the captains surrounded the corner seat, revealing only a line of gaps.

Behind the gap is the busy airport runway of LaGuardia Airport. Richard vaguely saw a touch of black hair appearing in the gap. He seemed to be wearing a white Bluetooth headset, and the back was exposed to the sun. The runway to the blatant white contrasts sharply.

Well, let him see which special guest it is.

There are especially many passengers departing from New York to Boston. Fucheng ranks last in the economy class line. Looking forward, you can only see the black heads.

After boarding the plane, he found that sitting beside him was a 10-year-old girl.

This is too strange. Common sense says that parents will definitely sit with their children. If you don't buy a ticket for consecutive rides, Fucheng is happy to exchange seats with the other party. Soon, he understood the reason. A mother came to New York with her two children on a trip. A five-year-old boy was arranged by her, and a ten-year-old girl could only sit across a corridor.

American Airlines Flight 2186 uses an ERJ-190 aircraft with four seats in a row in economy class, separated by two.

At the request of the girl's mother, Fucheng promised to help take care of the little girl.

He looks a lot like the kind of person who can take care of children?

Children's interest in airplanes will not diminish because they have been in or on a few times, and they will always enjoy it.

Until the plane took off, the girl did not calm down, looking at the sky and the earth outside the window with wide eyes.

Fucheng suddenly said, "Did you see that river?"

The girl nodded excitedly: "That's the Hudson River!"

Fucheng's voice is elegant and gentle, like a piper in Caiyi who bewitches a child into a swamp. While turning the LED screen in front of the girl to the music screen, he picks up headphones for her. "I think this song is very suitable for listening now."

The girl looked at the words on the screen: "This is "Blue Danube", that is the Hudson River!"

Fucheng looked at her seriously: "This plane will take you to the beautiful blue Danube."

The girl looked at the young man's red eyes because of staying up late. At this moment, Fucheng gently put the earphones into her ears. The cold temperature of the fingertips touched her skin, but her face was hot. The natural shyness of the opposite sex with outstanding looks does not change with age. The heartbeat was faster, and the girl avoided her sight, muttered and nodded, listening to the song obediently and stopped talking.

After staying up all night, crossing the Pacific Ocean, flying from China to the United States, he was almost exhausted.

When the girl calmed down, Fucheng closed her eyes and fell asleep groggyly.

The consciousness sinks, then sinks again...

Countless figures shook in front of them, the camera clicked, and the flash pierced the eyes. The man's voice passed through the microphone and came out of the speaker. All the sounds around him disappeared in an instant. He was like falling into an ice cellar. His once obsession and longing suddenly became the coldest piece of ice in the depths of the polar cold river. He burned his enthusiasm to chase, but was assimilated into the same indifference. .

Just like the voice of that person announcing the death penalty, it was so ruthless that no ups and downs could be heard.

"I announce that on June 13, 2019, the Rogue Airlines Flight 318 accident will stop all investigations."

"Do not!"

All his blood clotted.

He used both hands together, like a wild beast, slashing away all the reporters and security guards blocking him. The body was already empty, and the heart was empty, leaving only the remaining muscles and strong sex, supporting him crazily to see that person's face again.

That's not you...

That's not you!

Zhuo...

Zhuo, Zhuo...

"boom"

A loud explosion came from outside the cabin. Fucheng opened his eyes instantly and his eyes were sharp as eagles. At almost the same moment when the explosion sounded, he held the girl next to him with his left hand and shielded her upper body into his own. Arms.

Screams and cries flooded the cabin, one or two luggage racks were knocked open, and the scattered luggage smashed people to their heads.

The plane jolted violently, and the seat belt tied around the waist gripped everyone tenaciously, preventing them from being thrown off due to the irregular movement of the plane.

The girl in her arms cried out with fear.

"boom"

There was another explosion sound, as if the roller coaster had encountered another turn, the plane fell quickly, and the weightlessness penetrated the upper scalp from the soles of the feet, and the sky turned around.

Hold!

Fucheng raised his head and shouted loudly: "Anti-collision posture!"

"Bend down, bow your head, hug your knees!"

At this time, there was no screaming, only crying one after another.

The plane is like a high-altitude roller coaster, bumping up and down, shaking the world in front of you into phantoms.

A second stretched extremely long.

Perhaps after a minute, or perhaps a year, the plane slowly stabilized.

Fucheng held the girl and waited for thirty seconds before raising his head. The first thing he looked at was the left wing. He is sitting on the left. The eyes widened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a pitch-black gap lying directly above the left wing. After the aluminum alloy was cut, the edges became jagged and rolled outwards. A dark red fire loomed from the depths of the crack, like a dark fire from hell.

The engine is blocked under the wing, and it is not clear from this position.

The passengers were in shock, shaking their bodies one by one, raising their heads and looking around like Fucheng.

"boom"

"Ahhh, God, God!"

"Am I going to die..."

"Help me, please help me."

The plane was bumped for another half minute and calmed down.

This is the opportunity for the flight attendants to come out of the preparation room, to soothe the uneasy hearts of the passengers, and teach them how to protect themselves.

Vomiting and crying intertwined in the cabin, Fucheng gritted his teeth and carefully checked whether the seat belt was fastened for the girl, then he raised his hand.

The stewardess came staggeringly.

A few strands of hair that should have been meticulous were pulled out by the collision, and fell on his cheeks messily. The wound on his forehead no longer bleeds, but the terrifying blood hole is still scary. No one dared to think about whether the stewardess was sitting in a chair and fastened his seat belt at the moment of the plane crash.

Despite this, she still pulled out a smile with difficulty, leaned over and asked: "Sir, what's the matter with you?"

Fucheng lowered her voice and pointed to her left wing quietly outside the porthole: "There was a crack in the left wing near the cabin, visually about 30 cm, and there was a fire on the left wing. The engine is suspected to be damaged, the broken body splits the inside of the wing, and engine internal combustion occurs. "

The flight attendant's face changed suddenly, and she saw the huge gap.

"Thank you, sir, I will report to the cockpit."

"And one more thing."

"gentlemen?"

The dark-haired young man had dark eyes, immersed in the deep night. But it was not darkness, but the shining starry sky at night, which contained self-confidence, tenacity, determination and hope. He spoke word by word, and his tone was unquestionable, which was deeply convincing.

"In addition, tell the captain that there is an active Chinese Donghua Airlines pilot on board, who is proficient in all types of active service and has the ERJ-190 flight qualification permit—"

"If necessary, be in place at any time."

The astonishment on the stewardess’s face slowly turned into surprise. The despair buried deep in my heart and dare not to think too much seemed to be infected at this moment. The young man in front of me ignited a light, reflecting through the abyss, illuminating her almost giving up. heart of.

She bowed deeply.

"Thank you, I am going now!"