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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Four"

weight="139384"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Entering the small building, the first floor is empty, cleaned and smooth, like an empty warehouse.

Zhuo Huan walked in the front, behind him was a cursing punk boy. Fucheng was two meters away from them, and followed them not far away. His gaze moved up involuntarily, stopped at the random circle of hair tied up behind the man's head, and his spirit was a bit trance.

When he reached the top of the stairs, the man stopped, gave a light tusk, twisted the smoke to pieces, and threw it away.

There was no furniture on the entire first floor, only an ashtray was placed next to the stairs, filled with cigarette butts. The new cigarette butt was pinched out, and he stood in the ashtray with difficulty for a few seconds. When he went upstairs in Fucheng, he poured into the ashtray with other companions.

There is no doubt that the posture and strength of pinching cigarette butts, the cigarette butts in the ashtray should be the masterpiece of the same person.

The three went upstairs together.

Zhuo Huan walked in the forefront, with his hands in his pockets, his body leaned forward slightly, two steps turned into one step, and he soon disappeared.

The punk boy was quite inconvenient carrying the suitcase, obviously neglected to exercise, and caught his breath without taking two steps. Fucheng took a hand by the way. The punk boy looked at him in surprise, his lips moved, and he didn't say anything.

When they got to the second floor, a certain long-legged gentleman had already been sitting behind the computer, frowning, and crackling on the keyboard.

"Let Adrain deliver the things quickly. It's been three days." Mr. Longlegged propped his right foot on the ground and the chair rolled back. He looked at a beautiful blonde girl, "You should know the limit of my patience. "

The girl smiled slightly and poured coffee: "But Adrain doesn't seem to know." She said, she brought the coffee to Zhuo Huan's table. "I'll remind him again. It's time to put the ashtray at the door next time, Reid, you smell of smoke."

Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee, and it seemed that only then had he discovered that the two newcomers had arrived and looked at them.

The blonde girl walked in front of the two of them and was about to speak. Mr. Long Legs stood up holding the coffee, "New member, Fucheng, Su Fei. Get to know."

He opened his mouth, and all the staff on the second floor put down their work and greeted the newcomer.

After all the interviews, everyone went back and continued to do things, leaving only the blonde and a kindly old white man.

Blonde girl: "Fucheng, Su Fei, we met on the phone, I'm Stephanie, you can call me Lina. You just came from China, are you tired? I have arranged someone to send you there first. The hotel rests."

Hearing this, the punk boy's face changed slightly.

Before he could speak, Lina showed an impeccable perfect smile: "I wanted to ask why you didn't let you go directly to the hotel, but came here? In fact, it is my own opinion. I want you to get to know the members of UAAG first. It's a colleague." She has always spoken in Chinese, very fluent, not like a Frenchman. "Those are all from EASA (European Aviation Safety Agency). I will introduce you colleagues from UAAG."

The white old man standing next to Lina stretched out his hand: "Hard·Joseph." He changed to fluent Chinese and blinked: "Call me old Joseph."

The punk boy was very upset at first, but the old Joseph was talkative and humorous, and the atmosphere was alive in a few clicks.

Five minutes later, the car arranged by Lina arrived, and Fucheng went downstairs with the punk boy.

When he went downstairs, Fucheng glanced back.

The man is standing by the window looking at a document.

The moonlight fell on his face, and he looked down at the information intently.

Suddenly, he turned his head.

The eyes meet in the air.

Fucheng turned his head quickly.

When Lina finished sending people back, only Mr. Longlegs stopped reading the information. He touched his chin, took it in his pocket for a long time, then seemed to realize something, and reluctantly took a piece of chewing gum from the table and threw it into his mouth. .

"Reid?"

"He has an opinion on me."

Lina: "Su Fei? He is very disagreeable with you. He was very angry when I talked with him on the phone, and accused you of why he didn't let him fly to Helsinki directly from Boston, but went to Shanghai first."

"I mean Fucheng."

Lina was startled: "Evan·Fu? Is there?"

"I think so too." Old Joseph interjected with a smile, "Probably because you think you are not as handsome as him?"

"..."

"laugh."

"Are you kidding me?"

The wealth of UAAG continues to refresh the imagination of the two newcomers.

This time the car that took them to the hotel was a Rolls-Royce, and the hotel had one room for each person, and they were all suites.

Said it was about jet lag, but within an hour, Fucheng received a call from Lina.

"Old Joseph proposed to celebrate the new arrival and go to the bar for a drink. In fact, he wants to drink. If you are not very tired, welcome to join. I will arrange a car for you."

Ten minutes later, Fucheng and Su Fei were sitting in the booth of the bar, with the excited old Joseph next to them.

"I don't like Finnish wine. Finnish wine is not tasteful enough. It looks like a little girl. Only Muskie is a bit interesting." After a grievance in Chinese, the old Joseph raised his hand to invite the waiter and changed it. In English: "Come to a glass of Muskie, oh, I really love Finnish wine."

The waiter smiled and nodded: "Any other needs?"

Su Fei immediately raised his hand: "I want a glass of liqueur."

"In 1983, Brotherso conducted a social brain experiment. Through SPECT scanning of isotopes, it was found that alcohol had a lowering effect on the metabolism of the prefrontal lobe of the brain, causing the cerebral cortex to shrink and affecting the transmission of GABA, serotonin and neurotransmitters."

After a pause, Zhuo Huan spit out the white smoke ring and smiled casually: "In other words, he will become stupid."

Everyone: "..."

Old Joseph: "I suspect you are targeting me."

Zhuo Huan: "Your prefrontal lobe has matured, and a little alcohol will not affect it."

Old Joseph: "Oh? What do you mean by this?"

"Minors are different."

Su Fei: "..."

"Fuck, do you want to fight!"

Zhuo Huan didn't even lift his eyelids: "You can't beat me."

Su Fei stopped Fucheng without saying a word: "Brother, beat him up with me!"

Fucheng looked at him.

brother?

The black-haired young man smiled gently: "I can't beat Teacher Zhuo either."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and quietly condensed towards Fucheng.

The punk boy rubbed the back of his head in a daze: "How do you call it Teacher Zhuo."

Fucheng: "Mr. Zhuo is very famous in the Chinese aviation industry, and many people respect him."

Su Fei: "Huh?"

Old Joseph’s Muskie arrived. He took a sip and added the topic: “Reid is well-known in the global aviation industry, haha, but this is the first time I heard someone call him a teacher.”

In the end everyone ordered a glass of wine.

Su Fei plausibly said: "I'm so smart, and a little stupid will be more friendly to ordinary people."

Lina took his cup away, smiled and said, "You are drunk."

Fucheng took a sip and went to the balcony of the bar to breathe.

At night, there are a lot of people drinking in the bar, and more and more people are smoking. All kinds of flavors are mixed, and it is smoky.

In fact, he has never liked drinking.

Drinking is forbidden when serving in the Air Force. After transferring to civil aviation, drinking is also forbidden 24 hours before the flight, so there is almost no alcohol.

The mess in the bar was swept away, and the starry sky filled the sky with his head up.

I don't know how long it took, Fucheng turned around and saw a person suddenly standing behind him.

His mind trembled violently for a moment.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan leaned against the open glass door on the balcony, the light was half-bright, his upper body was hidden in the shadow, his arms folded, his legs overlapped, and his posture was casual. He was chewing gum, his dark eyes seemed like inorganic gems, and they didn't shine, so he stared straight at Fucheng, as if he could stare people out of flowers.

"Many people in the Chinese aviation industry respect me?" Zhuo Huan suddenly said.

Fucheng smiled and said, "Yes."

"including you?"

"Include." The answer was decisive and straightforward.

Zhuo Huan's eyebrows moved lightly.

Fucheng made a bend and walked out of the balcony. He turned his head and saw that after he had left, Zhuo Huan lit a cigarette, biting his head and looking up at the night sky.

Turns out to smoke.

Turning a corner, the figure of the person behind him is completely gone.

In an instant, the polite and alienated smile on the black-haired young man's face disappeared.

There were sounds like the mountains and the sea, some were crying, some were yelling, and some were coldly announcing the death notice. The moment he returned to the bar and saw the old Joseph and the others, the voice stopped abruptly.

Fucheng smiled and walked over.

One night, Old Joseph drank the most alcohol, and everyone else only drank a little.

Lina: "Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, a car will pick us up from the hotel downstairs."

Su Fei drank and was extremely excited: "Received!"

The next morning, Rolls-Royce picked up a few people back to the factory area.

Old Joseph was the last to arrive.

Old Joseph: "I'm not late, am I?"

Zhuo Huan raised his head, his voice was quick and cold: "You are late."

Before the old Joseph could speak, Zhuo Huan closed the files and stood up straight: "You continue with yesterday's work. Lina, I want to see Adrin's investigation report before two o'clock this afternoon." Then he looked at Fucheng. "You and I, go back to the site together to do the final site collection."

Su Fei: "What about me?"

"You? Look at the information."

Su Fei: "My major is not in this area. You know what I am good at. You came to me just to read the information?"

Zhuo Huan seemed to hear something interesting, "Do you know how JL917 fell?"

Su Fei: "... half a year ago, I fell in a farmland one kilometer away from Vantaa Airport."

"I ask you, how did it fall."

The punk boy had nothing to say, "What I am good at, I don't need to know this!"

"In September of last year, you were invited by Boeing to help NTSB restore data from the damaged FDR (Flight Data Recorder) of Air France 405. But you are now a member of UAAG. You must at least know that this piece of land is standing under your feet. Place, why did those 145 people die?"

Su Fei's face flushed red: "You don't know the reason. If the investigation results have come out, then we don't need to stand here at all."

"Because the engine stalled."

The eyes of the crowd turned to the talking black-haired young man.

Fucheng stood opposite the table and said calmly, "On December 19, 2019, a JL917 F435 took off from Tokyo and crashed one kilometer east of Helsinki Vantaa Airport. The aircraft was approaching and approaching. During the descent to 500 feet, all four engines of the aircraft suddenly turned off, causing the aircraft to crash."

Su Fei: "The engine stalls?"

Old Joseph smiled and said: "Yes, it was discovered six months ago that the four engines stalled together, which caused the accident. However, the reason for the stalled engine has not been found yet."

Fucheng: "At present, the reasons for engine stalls known to the public are generally divided into four. First, the fuel is exhausted; second, the weather; third, the aircraft system is faulty; fourth..."

Zhuo Huan smiled softly.

"Artificial."