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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twenty"

weight="139492"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The noisy noises surrounded the hospital gate, like locusts raging across the border during the harvest, they came rampantly, holding the microphone high, and used it as a sharp weapon in the front line.

"Mrs. Truffau, is your son on the plane?"

"Mrs. Truffaut, when did you get the news?"

"Mrs. Truffau..."

Schaffhausen is a small town with an area of ​​only tens of square kilometers and a small population. The only hospital in the town is not big, only five stories high. It has never welcomed so many guests, and the stone slabs in front of the hospital are almost to be crushed by these guests.

The guests looked at the lady in the gorgeous dress, turning a blind eye to the others on the side.

Zhuo Huan's face became more gloomy, and the unpleasantness in his eyes accumulated deeper and deeper. It's like a storm that condenses and takes shape, as long as it breaks through the bottom line, it will explode. Fucheng knew this uncle's temper, and of course he would not let him speak in front of the global media.

However, as soon as Fucheng took a step and prepared to speak, someone actually stood in front of him in advance.

In the bright sunshine, this ordinary-looking Chinese investigator stood in front of the media, and stood behind the dumb and pale-faced Mrs. Truffau. He solemnly held up the ID he was wearing on his chest, and sternly said: "EASA. We have already taken over the incident and started the investigation. Once a conclusion is reached, EASA will immediately hold a press conference. Please do not hinder us from performing official duties before then. "

The reporters froze for a while.

A reporter interjected: "We just want to confirm whether one of the pilots on the plane is the only child of the Truffaut Group."

Gao Yun: "No comment!" He turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Please leave these reporter friends in an orderly manner."

EASA investigators acted immediately.

"Please leave immediately."

"Don't hinder us from performing official duties."

"Sir, if you do this again, I don't mind calling the police and accusing you of obstructing official duties."

Gao Yun turned his head and looked at Zhuo Huan and Fucheng. He looked solemnly: "Mr. Zhuo, Major Fu, now can you please tell me what happened?"

"Masha Air Cargo Plane crashed in Schaffhausen, a pilot is Truffaut's only son"

"Truffaut's heir drove a plane into a mountain and died."

"According to Agence France-Presse, at 1:19 on the 3rd, a Martha Airlines cargo plane crashed in the southern mountains of Schaffhausen. One of the pilots on the plane was killed. It has been confirmed that they are the heirs of Truffaut..."

hotel room.

Su Fei stood aside at a loss, watching the old Joseph comfort Lina who was sobbing.

Old Joseph comforted Lina gently.

Lina had already guessed that she would be separated from her friends, and she was even prepared before stepping into the morgue. However, the separation of life and death was always so unexpected, even if she was prepared for death, after seeing the face of her best friend that was almost destroyed, her psychological defenses collapsed in an instant.

"He loves to laugh very much, no matter how difficult it is, even if he is kicked out of the house, he has never given up on his smile."

"He was afraid of pain since he was a child, and Geral was afraid of pain. When I was a kid, I went to his house and his finger was accidentally burned by charcoal fire, and it hurt him to cry."

"Then why is it Geral, why is it him. He told me last month that he was too busy and he didn't have time to see me when I was on a business trip to Finland, so I am very sorry."

"He said that he would go to Shencheng to see me when he was on vacation. He said that, Geral said..."

The choked voice trembled, and Lina was on the verge of collapse.

Old Joseph said softly: "I really don't know what to say to comfort you, my baby. But I want you to know that the Lina I know is a tough girl. Geral is no longer alive, I believe His friends will find out the reason for him so that he can rest in peace."

Lina said with a dumb voice: "Joseph..."

Su Fei suddenly exclaimed, and the old Joseph looked at him in surprise. He wanted to keep him silent and don't disturb Lina at this time. Unexpectedly, Su Fei looked horrified, holding his mobile phone, and said to the old Joseph: "A news alert popped up on my mobile phone just now, saying...The deputy captain who was killed was the heir of Truffaut, and now the media reporters have surrounded the hospital."

Old Joseph opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the next moment he lowered his head to look at the blonde in his arms.

Lina also looked up, her face was wet with tears, she was still sobbing, but she wiped away the tears. She suddenly realized that there was something crucial that she had forgotten. Forcibly suppressing the dull sadness, Lina looked at her two friends: "It's my mistake. Let's go to the hospital right now."

In the West, media reporters have the right to know, and they have the right to report any news event.

Although the members of EASA threatened them with the crime of obstructing official duties, they asked them to leave. But they have been accustomed to this kind of way, and they interact with the government more often than ordinary people eat.

When the three of Lina came to the entrance of the hospital, the number of reporters confined here continued to increase, blocking the entrance of the hospital with almost no gaps. They ignored how EASA investigators persuaded them to leave.

Lina's expression sank, she walked to the middle of the media and said, "Everyone, I am Stephanie Comte, the head of UAAG's foreign affairs. Please come here if you have any questions. Ask me and don't block the door of the hospital. In addition, you can ask me. Before asking questions, I hope you can call your boss first to confirm whether you want to ask me questions."

Lina's voice was calm and far-reaching, and she could hear her clearly in the noisy environment. The reporters looked at her one after another.

Fucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief when seeing Lina coming.

A male reporter looked at Lina and wanted to say something. But his cell phone rang suddenly. Immediately afterwards, one cell phone rang one after another. Like a movie screen, they connected their phones together, and the expressions on their faces changed from excitement to astonishment, and finally to a deep loss.

After the reporters left one by one, Fucheng looked at Gao Yun and said to him: "Mr. Gao, I believe you should have understood just now. Of the two pilots on this plane, the deputy captain is the heir of the Truffaut Group. "

After experiencing the trouble just now, how could Gao Yun fail to understand. He was also very helpless. He shook his head and smiled bitterly at this absurd world: "In fact, this plane happened at one o'clock in the morning today. At two o'clock in the morning, our investigator got up from his sleep and quickly The investigation team was formed, and I came to the hospital as soon as possible. I have been in this hospital for ten hours. Except for reporters to investigate the situation at the beginning, no reporters cared about the matter for the next ten hours. "

Gao Yun looked at the interview cars that were going away, and suddenly became confused: "Isn't it all human lives? Is there such a big difference between the life of a luxury brand heir and the life of an ordinary aircraft co-pilot?"

When Fucheng heard the words, his heart trembled, but he was speechless.

Zhuo Huan gave Gao Yun a meaningful look, and then said to Lina: "Mrs. Truffau has already arrived, and she should be in the morgue now. You should go see her. The media will be handled by you. I don't want it. Anyone influence the aircraft investigation."

Lina: "Okay."

Zhuo Huan said to the old Joseph again: "One thing is very strange. I haven't seen the airline people so far. You can investigate Marks and Spencer Airlines and contact their person in charge." Finally, he said to Gao Yun: "Now , Can we go to the scene of the accident?"

Masa Airlines Flight 123, MS123, crashed on a hill south of Schaffhausen.

The plane crashed and hit the mountain and hit the mountainside straight. So from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, parts of the airplane were scattered everywhere. Because it was only ten minutes before the plane took off when the plane hit the mountain, there was still a lot of fuel on board. As soon as the plane crashed, it exploded and caught fire, burning more than half of the mountain. The trees on this side of the hill were all burned, leaving only the bare, scorched land.

After driving for half an hour, the four came to the scene of the accident.

At the scene of the accident, there were already many EASA investigators who were taking pictures of the scene to obtain evidence.

Fucheng pulled the yellow cordon and walked into the accident area. Seeing this messy scene, he frowned slightly, and unspeakable emotions surged in his heart——

The plane crashed really badly.

From the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, it was almost shattered, and the wreckage of the plane could be seen everywhere.

The smallest fragments are not even the size of the palm of your hand!

It is conceivable that when the plane crashed, the pilot sitting in the foremost cockpit endured the impact. This terrible force made a complete plane almost to pieces!

Zhuo Huan looked around and asked, "What information have you investigated?"

Gao Yun opened the folder: "This is an ATR-72 aircraft manufactured in 1988. The aircraft is 32 years old. It used to serve Aeroflot. It was bought by Masa Airlines last year and used for passenger and cargo aircraft. When the accident happened , This plane is transporting goods, taking off from Zurich to Berlin."

When Fucheng heard an important message, he was surprised: "Zurich takes off? Zurich should be less than 30 kilometers away from here, right? We came from Zurich Airport."

Gao Yun: "Yes, this cargo plane took off from Zurich Airport. Ten minutes after takeoff, the ground air traffic control received Mayday's request from the captain, but before he could contact the captain again, the plane was off the radar. Disappeared. It hit the mountain."

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

An international radio distress signal.

If you use a radio call to call "Mayday" three times in succession, it will be regarded as an emergency signal.

The Mayday distress signal cannot be used in general emergencies. The Mayday distress signal can only be used when an aircraft or ship encounters a life-threatening or extremely serious crisis. For every air traffic controller, when they hear the pilot yell "Mayday" three times to themselves, it means a nightmare: there must be casualties, and it will definitely cause disaster.

Gao Yun pointed to the boxes and equipment rolling on the hillside: "Those are the goods transported by this plane. The first half and the second half of the fire were serious, but the middle was slightly lighter, so very few goods were not completely burned. ."

Zhuo Huan: "All these goods will also be removed for inspection."

As he was talking, Gao Yun's cell phone rang suddenly. He said: "I'll answer the phone."

When he returned after answering the call, Fucheng saw the young EASA senior investigator looking weird. He looked at Zhuo Huan, somewhat helpless: "I received a call from the headquarters just now. The accident was led by UAAG, and EASA coordinated and helped. . Mr. Zhuo, we are going to work with you again.” As he said, he stretched out his hand.

With Uncle Zhuo's temper, the possibility of not reaching out to hold it is extremely high. In order not to embarrass Gao Yun, Fucheng stretched out his hand immediately, trying to hold him. However, his hand was only halfway out, and Zhuo Huan's lanky hand swayed in front of him, gently holding Gao Yun's hand.

Zhuo Huan nodded and said, "Thank you, and happy cooperation."

There was a rare seriousness and sincerity in his tone.

Martha 123 crashed in the early hours of the morning. It was not until nine o'clock in the morning that EASA investigators rushed to Schaffhausen from London and arrived at the scene of the accident. Because the plane crashed too much, it took a lot of time to take photos and collect evidence. It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that the investigators had finished taking photos of all the debris.

After the on-site photography is over, the next step is to move the wreck to a suitable place for detailed investigation and testing.

This incident caused Gao Yun a headache.

Schaffhausen is a small town, and there are no relatively empty public places such as gymnasiums in the town, and the mayor cannot find him a non-open place to settle. In addition, he also needs to contact trucks and workers to transport the wreckage of the plane on the mountain to the town.

After the photo was over, Gao Yun was worrying about this, and Zhuo Huan received a call from Lina.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Huan turned his head and said, "The truck will come here soon, so please arrange for investigators to tell those workers how to move the debris."

Gao Yun was taken aback: "Huh? Got a car?"

Ten minutes later, five large trucks drove to the foot of the mountain, and more than 30 workers got off the truck and started moving up the mountain.

When they carried all the fragmented aircraft wreckage into the car at extremely fast speed, Gao Yun was still a little dizzy. Sitting in the car, he recovered and couldn't help but touched bumper city's arm: "Major Fu...Where did these cars come from?"

Fucheng smiled and said, "If I guessed correctly, it should be arranged by Lina."

Gao Yun: "Lina? She arranged it all? What about the warehouse. These wrecks are to be put away. There is no suitable place in the town..."

"We bought a candy factory."

The cold male voice sounded, considering Gao Yun's words. Gao Yun turned his head to look at the man in astonishment, this time even Fucheng was a little surprised.

For a long time, Fucheng asked: "...I bought a candy factory? So we are now putting all these wrecks in the warehouse of the candy factory?"

Zhuo Huan kept looking down at the screen of the phone. He opened his mouth without looking up. Because of his focus on two purposes, his voice was slightly soft and slender: "Well, these cars are also from the candy factory...buy one get five free. It's a bargain."

Fucheng smiled slightly.

Gao Yun: "..."

The next moment: "Excuse me, do you UAAG still recruit people?"

Fucheng: "..."

The car ran smoothly on the mountain road, because it was loaded with many precision parts, and the time to return to the town this time was twice as long as it was before.

The sky was dark, and by ten o'clock in the evening, everyone returned to the town.

Fucheng and Gao Yun directed the workers to move the wreckage of the plane to the warehouse according to its category. Pieces of burnt aircraft wreckage were carefully sent to the warehouse by workers, and then sorted according to their categories.

The last truck also drove slowly into the factory. Su Fei jumped out of the passenger seat. He raised his hand and took the black box presented by the driver. The weight of this thing was extremely heavy, and Su Fei's shoulders couldn't help sinking a little while carrying it. Upon seeing this, Fucheng came over: "Do you want to help?"

The punk boy waved his hand: "Hmm, no, I'm used to carrying it. Last time RIP asked me to carry this thing from Boston to Finland, okay."

Fucheng looked down at the dark black box.

The original orange-red black box was turned into a scorched black by the fire. Because of the violent impact, its surface was knocked out with a shallow dent, and the eight corners were also worn out. In addition to the obvious dents, there are many small scratches. Fucheng estimated that the black box was rubbed by the aircraft parts when the black box was thrown out of the aircraft.

These small marks don't matter, Fucheng's gaze stopped on the dent.

The aircraft black box is required to have extremely high impact resistance, high temperature fire resistance, acid corrosion resistance, etc. Its production materials are very expensive, and ordinary falling pressure will not cause any traces on the surface.

Fucheng: "It seems that the impact was very strong when it crashed. Will it affect the reading of data?"

Su Fei carefully observed: "It shouldn't be. I will fix it tomorrow and see the situation."

The two were talking, and a low voice sounded from behind them.

The candy factory bought by Lina is on the outskirts of the small town of Schaffhausen, near the endless Rhine. The famous Rhine Falls is right next to it, and the sound of water crashing is the only sound in the silent town on the moonlit night. The white river water rushes down, splashing snow-white foam.

Zhuo Huan's voice was mixed with the sound of the loud water, and he could hardly hear any emotion. At least Su Fei and Gao Yun didn't notice anything unusual, only Fu Cheng raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"About Marks and Spencer, old Joseph found some information."

...Uncle Zhuo seems to be very unhappy.

Next to the warehouse of the candy factory is a four-story factory office building.

The bright high-wattage lights disperse the night, and the meeting room is as bright as day. Zhuo Huan erased the sales data of the candy factory on the whiteboard, took a black marker and wrote an English word on it——

"MARSHA".

Then, he continued to write down the three lines of "Martha Flight 123", "Gerard Truffau", and "Lyon Lorraine", and then used a marker to connect Martha Airline and Martha Flight 123 to Together. Everyone looked at the white board earnestly, waiting for Zhuo Huan to continue to link the names of Martha and the two pilots, but saw Zhuo Huan pursing his lips, and coldly punched a big cross between the two.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhuo Huan turned around and closed the cap of the marker pen.

After a crisp click, he threw the marker on the table with an unhappy expression.

"In fact, Martha Flight 123 is indeed affiliated with this airline, but the two pilots... are not employees of Martha Airlines."

Fucheng said quickly: "The pilot is not an airline. What does this mean?"

Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at him, his voice was extremely cold, and seemed to suppress his anger: "Literally. This airline owns a total of five planes and has permission to conduct passenger and cargo flights in Switzerland and EU member states. But Ma All five planes of SAA Airlines are currently safe and sound. This Martha Flight 123... is the sixth."

Gao Yun exclaimed: "How is it possible? Before we rushed to the scene, the hospital had contacted the relatives of the two pilots. They just asked Marks and Spencer for the pilot's emergency contact number. If they are not Marks and Spencer pilots, Then why did they fly this plane, and why does Marks and Spencer have their emergency contact number?"

Zhuo Huan raised his hand backwards, his fingers curled, and he knocked hard on the whiteboard with his knuckles.

"You should ask first, since this mysterious plane does not belong to Masa Airlines..."

"Why is it called Martha 123."

Scotland, East Lothian.

On the south bank of the Gulf of Forth, there is a vast plain. The Tyne River flows through it, like a long strip of white jade inlaid on the emerald green ground, and the moonlight slowly shines down, and sparkling waves appear.

From the coast of the Tyne to the west, about two kilometers away, on the cliffs, a majestic and simple castle stands on the top of the waves.

This is an ancient castle in Baroque style. Its gray-black exterior walls record its history of being beaten by wind and rain. A deep rupture near the doorpost was left by an enemy attack in the 14th century. Traces of bravery.

In a certain room in the castle, the wall lamp was shining dimly.

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the door. The man walked fast and anxiously, his leather shoes stepped on the bricks of the old castle, making a clatter. But he was obviously anxious and mad, and when he walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, knocked on the door lightly, and got the permission of the people in the house to enter.

"Please come in."

The door of the pierced flowers was pushed open, and the middle-aged man in a suit with red eyes said: "Mr. Madam, I have already confirmed it. It's... Master Geral."

In front of the big tall French window, Mr. Truffau, who was full of silver hair, closed his eyes.

The steward said: "Sir, do you want to prepare a special plane to Schaffhausen for you."

"No need. Wait until he comes back."

The butler dumbed his throat and finally couldn't help saying: "But sir, Master Geral is gone!"

Mr. Truffaut looked through the cold gold-wire glasses, looked back at him, and said coldly: "So I mean, wait for his corpse to come back."

Small town hospital, Schaffhausen, Switzerland.

The small town hospital in Schaffhausen has never received so many guests. It was surrounded by reporters during the day. It was only after Lina sent the reporters away that it returned to its usual tranquility.

At the entrance of the ICU ward on the third floor of the hospital, Leon Lorraine, the captain of Martha Flight 123, was lying quietly on the hospital bed. The skin on his whole body was almost burnt, and he couldn't find a complete skin. Even the eyelids were scorched, revealing terrifying blood vessels in the eyeball.

The doctor also wanted to bandage his wound so as not to expose the burned skin to the air, but this would speed up his death. The burned parts are all ulcerated and pus, as long as the gauze is touched, it will stick to it, and it will be a large piece of blood skin.

Blood and pus flooded the bed.

The doctor said that his survival was simply a miracle, but no one knew whether he could survive tonight and live for a few more days. He is still in a coma, but maybe a coma is the best ending for him. Because as long as he wakes up, he will definitely encounter the most terrible pain he has ever experienced in this life. And this kind of pain will definitely accompany him for the rest of his life that is not destined for long, until he dies.

Outside the ICU ward are his wife and daughter. The two of them have been crying so hard that they are sitting on chairs and cuddling with each other.

When Fucheng walked to the third floor of the hospital, he saw the mother and daughter embracing each other and sleeping together. He stood still and watched for a long time. After all, he couldn't bear to wake these two people who had finally found peace. He went downstairs and came to the first floor.

At the door of the morgue, Mrs. Truffau leaned against Lina's arms, trembling all over, and sobbing in a low voice.

Fucheng stepped forward, squatted down, and said softly: "I'm sorry to disturb your wife, please be sorry. I am an investigator of UAAG and a colleague of Lina. At present, my colleagues are checking the wreckage of the aircraft, and Investigate the information of Masa Airlines. We have some doubts about the professions of the two pilots, so Zhuo Huan...Patrick asked me to ask the pilot's family members to see if I can get clues from you."

Mrs. Truffaut gave Fucheng a feeble look. She wanted to speak, but her choked voice prevented her from speaking.

At this time, Lina's hoarse voice sounded, and Fucheng raised her head to look at her.

"Ask me, Aunt Truffau doesn't know about Geral. Vol, you can ask me anything you want to know. I am probably the clearest person in the world about Gerald in recent years. The emergency contact he left with the airline...it’s me."