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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Six"

weight="139397"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The next morning, a tall man with brown hair hurried to the investigation headquarters and sent a flight simulation video prepared by the European Aviation Safety Agency.

Lina poured him a cup of hot water: "Reid has been waiting for you for several days."

The brunette man raised his head cautiously and glanced in Zhuo Huan's direction. "Approval is always required, and the results simulated by the software still have some defects and need to be improved."

"boom"

In the wide office area on the second floor of the investigation headquarters, everyone was attracted by the sudden impact and looked up at the place where the sound was made. saw the long-legged man kicked forward, the swivel chair slid back, and hit the table behind, shaking the papers on the table slightly.

The loud noise came from here.

The person concerned didn't seem to be going to explain, just a chuckle, and then stood up, without even looking at Lina and the brunette man next to her, passing by them. He casually scratched the hair that was tied into small pulls, and walked to Su Fei's table.

"Go and get the information."

Su Fei looked dumbfounded: "Huh? Me?"

At this moment, a long and thin figure stood up and walked to Lina's side.

Lina smiled helplessly at him, Fucheng took the hard drive and sent the things over.

Fucheng knew that this man must be in a bad mood. He raised those cold eyes and stared at him without a trace of temperature. It took a full two seconds before he reached out to take the hard drive in his hand.

Throughout the morning, there was a deep depression in the survey headquarters.

At least a level 12 low-pressure hurricane cyclone, everyone did not dare to speak loudly, and the brown-haired man was on pins and needles.

By noon, Zhuo Huan checked the entire investigation report. The brown-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to look at Zhuo Huan's face at all, found a reason, and ran away without looking back.

Zhuo Huan turned his head: "What kind of tea did you make for him?"

Lina smiled and said, "Hot water."

Zhuo Huan was stunned, and then smiled satisfied for a long time.

Zhuo Huan: "Have you contacted Mai Fei about the black box?"

Lina: "I thought you would contact Mai Fei personally, Reid."

Zhuo Huan: "It's more convenient for you to contact."

"good."

After briefly explaining the work tasks of several people in the afternoon, Zhuo Huan took a drawer from the desk, found a lighter, and stuffed it into his pocket. He went downstairs and left the investigation headquarters.

Fucheng looked down from the second-floor window, and saw that he went around a corner, walked to the corner shaded by shadows, and lit the smoke.

"Would you like to enjoy a wonderful lunch together, before we start our afternoon work?"

Fucheng looked up and smiled at Old Joseph: "Okay."

The two took a sandwich and went downstairs together.

They ran into Zhuo Huan who had returned from smoking at the stairs. The melancholic smell of smoke was like a haze that was entangled in him. He frowned and glanced up and down at Fucheng and Old Joseph, his gaze finally stopped on the sandwich in their hands.

"Lunch?"

Old Joseph smiled and said, "Yes, just eat something, and I can go to the hospital before one point."

Zhuo Huan turned sideways to let the two go first.

When they got down the stairs, Fucheng looked back and saw that the man turned two steps into one step, and then went upstairs in a few strokes.

"Do you find Reid difficult to get along with?"

Fucheng was taken aback for a moment, and he withdrew his gaze.

"No."

Old Joseph shrugged: "Then I have to say, I think he is very difficult to get along with." He rushed to the city and blinked, "Adrain, do you know that it is the EASA investigator who just left. He actually dragged his feet. It took two days to send the video material. I really admire him. He has extraordinary courage. I have never seen anyone dare to release Reid pigeons for so long. Probably such people have been thrown into the Atlantic Ocean to feed fish. By the way, do you want to ask, why is the Atlantic Ocean and not the Pacific Ocean?"

Fucheng smiled slightly: No, I don't want to.

Old Joseph asked and answered himself, showing his envious eyes: "I heard that Reid has a private island in the Atlantic Ocean!"

The two gnawed dry sandwiches.

Old Joseph: "Be sure to have a good meal in the evening, anyway, public funds are reimbursed!"

Fucheng seemed to think of something suddenly, and he said inadvertently: "Since Mr. Zhuo values ​​efficiency so much, the black box is now in Maifei Company. If you want to get it as soon as possible, you should not let Mr. Zhuo contact Maifei Company. "After a pause, Fucheng said calmly: "After all, Teacher Zhuo was once the chief designer of Mai Fei F475."

Old Joseph laughed: "You don't know that, do you know what Lina's surname is?"

Fucheng's heart was tight, and there was no change in his face. "do not know."

"Her surname is Comte." Seeing Fucheng's stunned expression, Old Joseph was very satisfied. "Anyone can have the last name Comte, but in the aviation industry, there is only one Comte-the second largest shareholder of McFly Corp., the Comte family."

In the afternoon, Fucheng and Old Joseph came to Helsinki University Hospital together.

Before the two were about to enter the hospital, Old Joseph stopped and looked at Fucheng. He looked solemnly and asked seriously: "I want to confirm two things before going in. First, Fu, do you know who we are about to conduct the witness interview with?"

"knowledge."

"Second, no one knows the real cause of the crash of JAL JL917 until the final result is released. Therefore, no matter what the outside public opinion thinks, our investigators absolutely and absolutely prohibit any personal emotions."

Fucheng looked at old Joseph's light green eyes, and nodded for a long time.

The two entered the hospital.

The JAL JL917 crash killed a total of 136 passengers and 9 crew members, including a captain, two deputy captains, an engineer on board and five flight attendants. Today, Fucheng and Fucheng conducted an interview to collect evidence. It was one of the surviving flight attendants, Hui Yamashita.

Passing by ward after ward, the two eventually stopped in front of a single ward, knocked on the door to get permission, and pushed in.

The front of this ward faces south, and the dazzling sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room, soft and clear like spring. Fucheng couldn't help but squinted. After waiting for a few seconds to adjust to the light in the room, he gradually saw the young woman lying on the hospital bed and looking out the window.

She had a small and delicate face, but her skin was pale and she was strangely thin. Because of being too thin, the eye sockets are bulging, almost out of shape.

Fucheng and Old Joseph walked to her hospital bed, but she seemed to hear nothing, still looking out the window quietly.

The white bed was covering her lower body, but the quilt only outlines one left leg.

There is no right leg.

Old Joseph said in English: "Miss Yamashita, this is Joseph, and this is my colleague Fucheng. We called in advance and would like to confirm some information with you."

The woman turned her head dumbly, looked at them, and nodded after a long time.

Old Joseph's tone was kind: "If you feel any discomfort during the conversation, you can bring it up at any time."

The answer to him was Shanxia Hui's unchanging silence.

Old Joseph looked at Fucheng, Fucheng nodded and turned on the recorder.

"Where were you and what were you doing when the accident happened?"

In the silent room, only the ticking sound of medical instruments was heard.

Just when Fucheng thought she would not answer, she said: "Board JL917, I am a business class flight attendant. The plane is about to land, I sit in the front safety seat and wait for landing."

"Have you heard a strange voice?"

"No."

"Has the captain's announcement sounded and made a special reminder?"

"No."

After a series of questions, Yamashita Hui's answer gradually became "Yes" and "No."

Fucheng couldn't help looking at the old Joseph.

In interview psychology, if the interviewer's answer is only "yes" and "no", it is generally difficult to obtain useful information. So ask as many open-ended questions as possible and avoid closed-ended questions.

But he believed that with the experience of the old Joseph, he would not make such a mistake.

The next moment, I heard Old Joseph ask: "When was the last time you spoke with the cockpit and what was the content of the call."

Yamashita Hui: "I am a business class flight attendant, and I am not responsible for talking to the cockpit."

After waiting for a while, the old Joseph spoke again: "When was the last time you talked to Shosuke Maeda, and what did you say?"

In an instant, the face that had become a skeleton from being too thin was full of green veins, and his eyes were cracking. Yamashita Hui raised her head and stared at the old Joseph stubbornly.

Old Joseph pretended not to notice, he seemed to be a seductive elder, and whispered: "Maeda Shosuke, JAL JL917 deputy captain, the number of flight hours of the Maifei F435 is only 917 hours. But his flight test results have always been excellent, I believe he is A very good young man." Taking out a photo from his arms, the old Joseph first glanced at himself, then handed it to Hui Yamashita: "Your fiance is a very handsome young man."

Yamashita Hui took the picture tremblingly. She stared at the flat-headed youth who was smiling brightly in the photo without blinking. After a long time, a huge tear hit the photo, and her fingers wrinkled the photo.

After waiting for a long time, the husky female voice cried out: "Two days before take-off... at noon on December 17, I spoke to him for the last time. We had a fight and I gave him the ring. He is no longer me. My fiancé is now. He is a good man. It is me and I who have abandoned him. I am not worthy of him."

She couldn't stop crying again, she covered her cheek, tears streaming down her fingers.

She was crying in grief, unable to speak.

Old Joseph and Fucheng watched quietly.

Five minutes later, Yamashita Hui was shaking her throat. She wiped away her tears and showed a feeble smile: "His father owed a large debt, and this debt was not known to us until half a year ago when I couldn't hide it. Xiangsuke grew up. He was educated to be a man, to have a sense of responsibility and not to escape difficulties, so he took the initiative to bear the debt."

"We have had a hard time in the past six months. I want to help him, but I'm just a cowardly ordinary person. He has never given up. Even if he is caught up by the creditor, he apologizes to them very seriously and promises certainty. He paid the debts at the meeting. He did it. He paid back a lot of money, but there is still a lot, and there is still too much."

"I can't, I can't."

She covered her cheeks with her hands, and the mountain was sobbing.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hands and held Fucheng's hand firmly.

Fucheng sat in the position closest to her, as if it had become her most life-saving straw at the moment.

She struggled to kneel down, but with only one weak left leg, she couldn't even get out of bed. So she clenched Fucheng tightly with both hands, her eyes widened, looking at him expectantly, tears falling on the bed quilt.

"Please, trust him. Shosuke is not that kind of person. He will not go to death, he will not kill anyone. Our breakup is all my fault. If he really wants to die, he wants to take me with him. Death, then why am I still alive. Why, why am I still alive?"

"Shouldn't it be me the most damnable person?"

"I abandoned him, and I was scared. Yes, Shosuke is so smart and there are so many ways to take me to death. He won't keep me alive. So it's not him, it's really not him. Please, trust him Well, it's not him, it's really not him."

As if suffering from hysteria, she repeated the same words over and over again. She was crying bitterly, and countless words of apology could not make up for the hollow regret and despair in her heart. She could only say again and again

"He's a good person, he won't be like that, he won't be like that."

"It's not him."

"It's me damn it, it's me damn it..."

His hands were suddenly held tightly, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Shanxia Hui raised her head, her dry lips opened, and through heavy tears, she looked at the young man who was blocked by the mist.

Fucheng held her hand backhand, his face was calm, and he spoke softly. His voice was very soft, but every word was extremely clear, soaking her heart, somehow quieting her down.

"I believe that at the last moment of his life, what he was thinking must be—"

"If you can survive, that would be great."

The world is suddenly quiet.

After half an hour.

The door of the ward closed behind him.

As Fucheng was about to step up, the joking voice of Old Joseph sounded: "I thought you just said, I believe it must not be what the outside world guessed, he is not that kind of person."

He stopped, and Fucheng turned his head to look at him, with a smile on his delicate and white face: "I thought it was you who told me just now that before the truth is revealed, no matter what, our investigators must not mix personal feelings. "

Old Joseph laughed, he patted Fucheng on the shoulder, just about to speak.

The black-haired young man continued with the still smiling voice, "Also, maybe it's because Maeda Shosuke couldn't bear the debt pressure and the relationship broke down, so he chose to crash and commit suicide?"

In an instant, the sun was covered by thick clouds, like a cold-blooded devil smile.

The corners of his mouth froze slowly.

Old Joseph was speechless. After a while, he muttered in a low voice, "What's the matter with young people nowadays."