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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twenty Six"

weight="139534"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Zurich International Airport, Terminal E.

After going up from the escalator and entering the VIP lounge, Gao Yun formally bid farewell to the five members of UAAG. Ordinary people can certainly not be sent to the VIP lounge all the time, and they have to leave when they are sent to the security check. But Gao Yun, as a senior investigator of EASA, used his position to open a back door for himself.

The glass automatic sensor door slowly closed behind him.

As soon as he entered the lounge, Su Fei hurried to find something to eat. Old Joseph walked in the direction of the wine cabinet. Lina and the flight attendant at the front desk in the lounge confirmed the flight information, while Fucheng walked to the window and watched the ups and downs of the planes on the runway through the tall floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

"Have you ever flew a flight from Zurich Airport?"

Fucheng turned his head: "No. I was on Donghua Airlines before, and I usually fly to China and North America."

Lina smiled and said, "Zurich Airport is still very busy. I used to come here when I was young..."

The two chatted.

Half an hour later, ready to board the plane, Lina walked to the sofa deck and woke Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan squinted slightly, and stood up lazily and slowly. The five people went to the boarding gate under the leadership of the ground crew. Zhuo Huan always looks awake, you never know what this man does every day. If it weren't for staying in the same hotel, and knowing that Zhuo Huan didn't go out yesterday, Fucheng almost doubted whether Uncle Zhuo sneaked out all night last night.

As soon as they boarded the plane, the beautiful stewardess immediately greeted them with a smile and took them to their seats.

The first-class cabin of this plane has four seats in a row, with two adjacent seats in the middle. When Fucheng walked to the seat, he paused and looked calm: "Ms. Zhuo."

Uncle Zhuo, who was already lying down and ready to take a nap, slowly pulled down the newspaper that was casually covered on his face, and glanced at him with invigorating eyes.

The three of Lina had found their place and sat down.

Fucheng sat down calmly and didn't talk to the man beside him.

Lina bought their air tickets, and Lina arranged for the check-in and seat selection. Fucheng didn’t know why Lina arranged him and Zhuo Huan in adjacent seats, but there were only five people in UAAG. The probability of him and Zhuo Huan sitting together was not low. Maybe Lina just chose a seat randomly. Did not notice who was sitting with Zhuo Huan at all.

"Sir, do you need something to drink?"

Fucheng raised his head with a gentle voice: "Hot milk, thank you."

Stewardess: "You're welcome, please wait a moment."

First-class guests board the flight first, followed by business cars and economy class. After waiting for more than half an hour, the plane entered the taxiing runway from the beginning. The stewardess woke Zhuo Huan apologetically, and asked him to put his chair back and not sleep for the time being, and wait until the plane took off and stabilized before going to sleep.

Soon, the plane began to taxi.

After a faint buzzing sound, the nose of the aircraft was suddenly pulled up. The plane took off safely.

After a while, the flight attendants got out of the safety seats and asked the guests what meals they needed.

The meals used in first class and business class are completely different from those in economy class. When Fucheng first became an Air Force pilot, his cousin read a joke on the Internet and took him to read it with interest: "Chengcheng, the Internet says that first-class business class is only called enjoyment of service, and economy class is just a means of transportation. Really. Fake? What is the first class like?"

The 19-year-old Fucheng was dumbfounded: "Sister, I am the Air Force, not a civil aviation pilot!"

The memories of many years ago came to my mind, Fucheng was taken aback for a moment, and the stewardess yelled patiently. He recovered and saw the stewardess squatting and looking up at him, with exquisite makeup, a gentle smile and a gentle voice: "Sir, the meals offered today are Western, Chinese, and Japanese. Among them, Western food is the staple food. Divided into..."

"Swiss Air’s French food is good."

Fucheng turned his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.

Uncle Zhuo didn't take a look at the menu. Once he reached a safe height, he immediately flattened his seat and lay down again. He lowered his eyes slightly, lying down looking at Fucheng and the stewardess who was waiting patiently. He seemed to think of something again: "Its KRUG champagne is also good."

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo, what are you eating."

It happened that a stewardess walked to Zhuo Huan's side. Before she squatted down, Zhuo Huan raised her hand: "Don't wake me up, don't remind me to eat."

The stewardess was taken aback, then she smiled knowingly, and said gently: "Okay, sir."

According to the recommendation of Uncle Zhuo, Fucheng ordered French food and KRUG champagne. Unlike someone next to him, he is not sleepy. Fucheng turns on his phone and connects to the first-class high-speed WIFI.

On the Internet, the impact of Martha's flight 123 has not ended, and netizens are still discussing that this matter is related to the air crash of the wealthy heir. Suddenly, Fucheng received a message.

[Gao Yun: I will let you know when there is news. I heard that Truffau has already moved. Sure enough, he was his biological son after all, and Mr. Truffaut would not sit idly by encountering such a tragedy. I think European aviation law will definitely change this time. 】

[Fucheng: Okay. 】

[Gao Yun: By the way, I also heard that Mrs. Truffau is preparing a charity fund to help young people from poor families who have dreams of flying. They also sponsored Leon Lorraine’s daughter until she graduated from university, all expenses were borne by the Truffau Group. 】

In front of Fucheng's eyes emerged the little girl in the small town hospital who looked at herself with tears in her eyes. The sun is warm and beautiful. Across the door is the girl’s father who has passed away...

"Are you snoring?"

Fucheng: "?!"

The warmth dissipated in an instant, Fucheng turned his head quickly and looked at the man beside him.

Zhuo Huan tilted his head, looking at him seriously, expressionless, and repeated: "Are you snoring?"

Fucheng: "..."

Ah.

The next moment, Fucheng said lightly: "Teacher Zhuo, I'm not snoring."

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly. He noticed that the youth was suddenly upset and in a bad mood. But he didn't say anything wrong. The two sat close together. If Fucheng snorted while sleeping, he would definitely wake him up. Isn't he right to ask in advance?

Fucheng smiled at him, then stretched out his hand, brushed it, and drew the curtain between the two.

Zhuo Huan: Huh?

Taking out his mobile phone, Uncle Zhuo held the upper and lower eyelids that were about to stick together and sent a message.

Lina took out the phone and opened it.

[Reid: Why do you arrange for Fucheng and me to sit together? 】

Lina smiled slightly and typed.

[Lina: Give poor Fu a chance, Reid. 】

[Reid:? 】

[Lina: He has a crush on you, isn't he? 】

Zhuo Huan: "Heh."

"Wow!"

The curtain was suddenly pulled open a small slit, and the black-haired young man's clean and beautiful eyes looked clear through the slit.

"Teacher Zhuo, do you like to talk in sleep?"

Zhuo Huan opened his mouth and was about to explain, Fucheng laughed, with a tolerant tone: "It's okay, I wear noise reduction headphones, you are free." Then he did not give him the opportunity to explain at all, and moved quickly to draw the curtain.

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Hold!

After ten hours of flying, after getting off the plane, Uncle Zhuo said "Don't come near any stranger" with his hands in his pockets and strode to the front. Su Fei and the old Joseph were not clear. So, after thinking about it, Su Fei asked: "Brother Fu, you are sitting with RIP. What's wrong with him? He didn't sleep well on the plane and got up angry? How come it seems that someone owes him a hundred. Wan looks like."

Fucheng thought for a while, with a sincere expression: "Probably it was too noisy on the plane, and Teacher Zhuo didn't rest well."

Lina also felt very inexplicable. At this moment, her mobile phone rang and opened it.

[Reid: He has no chance. 】

A few seconds passed.

[Reid: No chance in this life! 】

Lina froze suddenly, and she stopped.

Soon, the companions discovered that she was left behind, and they stopped and turned to look at her.

Fucheng said in surprise: "Lina?"

Lina's gaze stopped for a few seconds on Fucheng. She shook her head and followed: "It's been two months, and finally I am home. Today I am in a good mood, treat me, what do I want to eat? Don't talk if the average person is less than 1,000. "

Su Fei & Old Joseph: "You are ready to swipe your card!"

In December, this year is a warm winter.

On Saturday, Fucheng went out to pick up the courier, and suddenly received a mobile phone message when he went downstairs.

[Old Joseph: Hey, Fu, I see you! 】

Fucheng was taken aback and looked around.

[Fucheng: Where are you? 】

[Old Joseph: Look up, the opposite community! Su Fei and I waved to you on the balcony! 】

Fucheng raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the community across the road. With his excellent eyesight, slowly, he finally saw the two people who were standing on the balcony looking at him with binoculars while waving their hands.

[Old Joseph: Dear Fu, do you want to come to our house for dinner? I made a great pasta! 】

Half an hour later, Fucheng rang the doorbell, and Old Joseph and Su Fei happily opened the door for him. As soon as he walked in, the old Joseph gave him a warm hug.

"Come on, we are eating. Pizza and pasta, and the best whiskey!"

Pizza and pasta, shouldn't they be followed by red wine?

This sentence flashed through Fucheng's mind, but he smiled, changed his shoes, and entered the room.

The apartments provided to employees by UAAG are 100 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, but they only live in one person. This is the old Joseph's house, and Su Fei lives at the door opposite him. There is no furniture in the spacious living room, it is a model room design. If you put it in IKEA, you can make a standard suite.

The only special thing is the projector that old Joseph bought at his own expense.

At this moment, the coffee table in the living room is full of pizza and pasta, and a plane taking off is shown on the projection screen. The captain and the deputy captain had a very happy conversation. The captain looked at the shimmering Hudson River outside the window and said with emotion: "Today's Hudson River is as beautiful as ever."

Fucheng immediately understood.

Sure enough, the next second, the aircraft engine encountered a bird strike, and four engines failed. The experienced captain flew the plane calmly and rushed towards the Hudson River without looking back...

Succeeded in an emergency landing.

Fucheng took a piece of pizza and couldn't laugh or cry: "Why do you suddenly think of watching an air crash documentary?"

Su Fei's eyes widened: "You don't know?"

Old Joseph was also surprised: "You don't know?"

Fucheng: "...what should I know?"

Su Fei and Old Joseph looked at each other.

"Next week, Air Catastrophe will come to Shanghai to interview UAAG, and they will have a show about JAL 917."

"..."

Why would I know this!

Su Fei was nervous and looked forward to: "Will you interview me? What kind of clothes should I wear, a suit? It always feels weird."

Old Joseph: "Hey, this opportunity is given to you young people. On behalf of the NTSB, I have been on "Air Catastrophe" several times, and "Return to the Crisis Scene". The first time I was on the show, I felt a little bit interesting. It just feels like that."

Fucheng was surprised: "Old Joseph, have you been on the show?"

Su Fei directly looked up the program list: "Which issue of "Hazard in the Air"? Say it, let's take a look!"

"Season 17..."

Everyone opened the issue of Old Joseph's "Hazard in the Air", but unfortunately, the total length of each issue of Joseph's shots was only three or four minutes. After reading it, they were still interested. Old Joseph seriously said: "I had more hair then than now."

After talking about the glorious history of the old Joseph for a while, Fucheng picked up a piece of pizza and took two bites.

Old Joseph came over: "By the way, Fu, I've always been curious. You are so young, only 26 years old, why did you suddenly retire? I was also in the US Air Force before, and then I became a civil aviation pilot when I was older. You are both a carrier-based pilot, and you have a bright future in the future. Why do you suddenly retire?"

Fucheng's hand stopped in the air.

Su Fei also said: "Yeah, it's so amazing to fly an aircraft carrier. I don't even accept RIP, I will obey you."

Fucheng thought for a while, put down his pizza, and smiled: "Probably because I was too tired to be in the air force? I was in a very bad state for a while. It happened that something happened at home and I was unable to conduct high-intensity training, and the training effect was not good. Later, I switched to civil aviation altogether, so I could have more time to rest and adjust my mentality."

Old Joseph: "It's a pity, you are a very good pilot."

Everyone didn't talk about the topic of Fucheng for long.

Old Joseph mysteriously lowered his voice: "Our party today is almost over, and there must be some easter eggs in the end. My dear friends, secretly tell you, I probably know why Reid is so poor."

Su Fei's eyes lit up: "Say it!"

Old Joseph sighed in a mysterious way, and then stretched his tone. After Su Fei couldn't wait to remind him a few times, he smiled and said, "Mai Fei F485, you know?"

Su Fei: "Of course I know. Now one of the main models of Maifei, RIP's proud work, the chief designer of this aircraft is RIP."

"Does Roger Aviation 318 know?"

Su Fei was taken aback, and thought for a while: "Ah, the plane that fell in the Pacific four and a half years ago? Oh yes, it is the Maifei F485."

Old Joseph clapped his hands: "That's not right! Four and a half years ago, Roger 318 fell into the Pacific Ocean. The search team searched for three and a half years and failed to find it. Generally, after an air crash, it is dominated by the country where the crash occurred. For example. Roger 318, the airspace in which it crashed belongs to Canada, so the Canadian Transportation Safety Board should be responsible for this matter. However, there are more than 200 American citizens on the Roger 318, so the NTSB also intervened in this matter."

Su Fei: "Then what does this have to do with RIP?"

Old Joseph: "This aircraft belongs to Mai Fei. In case of an accident, Mai Fei also needs to send personnel to assist in the investigation. I was still in the NTSB. I heard that Reid·Irvin·Patrick personally entered the investigation team, all of our NTSB investigators. I can’t believe it. The chief designer personally entered the investigation team. It seemed a bit overkill. That is the time, I had a brief contact and cooperation with Reid. But then I went to investigate other air crashes and didn’t continue. Stay in the group."

Recalling what happened four years ago, the old Joseph couldn't help but express emotion, Su Fei also nodded curiously.

They didn't notice that the moment Old Joseph said Roger 318, the smile on Fucheng's face disappeared instantly. He listened calmly to the two of them talking, but did not listen, and then held up the wine glass in front of him.

It was the whiskey that old Joseph poured him an hour ago, but he didn't drink it. He never likes to drink.

I never smoked.

Su Fei: "No, you talked about it now. You haven't explained why RIP is poor? Oh, but is he really poor? Give street performers 10,000 euros! I want to be such a poor person."

Old Joseph shook his finger: "I had an idea with you yesterday, and I want to be such a poor man. But today, I changed my mind. My good friend Lowens at NTSB told me that Reid did something. A year ago, as the head of the Roger 318 air crash investigation team, he announced that he would stop fishing black boxes and no longer investigate. Hey, Su, don’t look at me like this. I’m not talking nonsense, although you know all these things. I’m very I'm about to get to the point, okay..."

"Why stop the investigation? Because fishing a plane in the Pacific Ocean is really too difficult, it's a bottomless pit. Every day, every minute, every second, the investigation team throws money into it. At least hundreds of thousands of dollars a day! Even if the U.S. government later invested 80 million U.S. dollars in funds, it still failed to find it."

"However, on the second day after the official cessation of fishing... Not only did Reid not suspend the investigation, he even increased his salvage efforts. In his personal capacity, he contacted three exploration companies at the same time to salvage the wreckage of Roger 318! And this matter He has been quietly doing it for a whole year!"

"Oh, our friend is really a persistent person. The daily cost of an exploration company is hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the three companies salvage together, and that is millions of dollars every day! I sincerely admire Reid, he is not a stingy person, I Take back all complaints and slanders that have been made to him."

Old Joseph blinked and continued to break the news: "I heard Lowens said that Reid has sold 27 properties and 1 yacht in the world, including the small island in the Atlantic Ocean."

Su Fei opened his mouth wide when he heard it, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Old Joseph sighed long, he raised his glass: "To our persistent and great friends."

"boom"

The glass collided with the marble tabletop, making a crisp sound. Old Joseph and Su Fei looked up together, but neither of them could see Fucheng's expression clearly. The black-haired young man hung his head, left a quick "I'm going to the bathroom", and hurried away.

The door of the toilet was closed hard.

In the living room, Old Joseph and Su Fei looked at each other.

In the bathroom, the long hair fell in front of the eyes, blocking the mottled world.

The car whistle downstairs and the sound of the wind shook the bathroom windows, and there was only an unchanging, almost eternal silence in the room.

Fucheng put his hands on both sides of the pool, panting heavily and breathing hard. Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The tips of his ears and cheeks turned bloody, flushed and hot from the first drink of strong alcohol. But the reddest ones are those eyes, baptized by alcohol and moistened with excitement.

The heart beats fiercely in the chest again.

The heartbeat is in my ears.

The fingers are hot, and the lips are trembling.

Fucheng trembling hands, picked up the phone, and found the person's name. For a time, a thousand words and countless words came to my heart. But in the end, when myriad music was completely silent, only that sentence remained.

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo. 】

Two-story bedroom in a high-end villa area in Shencheng.

The quilt was thrown around the waist in a mess, covering the part that should be covered just right, revealing only the thin and beautiful muscles. No one knew that Reid·Irvin·Patrick liked to sleep naked, just as few people knew how terrible it would be if he was awakened while he was sleeping.

Sudden news and prompts broke the silence in the room. The owner of this bedroom was experiencing jet lag, and he was obviously a nervous person who was easily awakened. A short mobile phone alert made him wake up immediately, grabbed the phone irritably, and checked the message.

Ah.

[Zhuo Huan: Something? 】

Fucheng suddenly didn't know what to say.

[Zhuo Huan: I'm asleep, it's okay to shut up. 】

Fucheng: "..."

In the bedroom, the man threw the phone out and landed on the soft wool carpet without making a sound. He was really tired, he didn't even care about the outside world at all, and in a blink of an eye he continued to fall asleep.

On the other side, in the bathroom of the UAAG employee apartment.

Fucheng looked at the two short lines on the phone screen. After a long time, he laughed, clicked on the man's head, and opened the notes.

"Remarks: Teacher Zhuo. 』

Looked at it for a while.

Delete the extremely ironic "Teacher Zhuo" and seriously change it into two words.

——"Zhuo Huan".

"Zhuo Huan."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Oh, it's useless to have a crush on me, you have no chance! I, Zhuo Anxi, just jumped from here, even if I die, I can't be with you!

half year later

Zhuo Anxi: It's so fragrant!

Fu Chengcheng’s feeling for us to rest in peace is very complicated, but it is definitely not like to like it. Before, it was definitely rest in peace and affectionate!

As for Anxi’s feelings for oranges, feel for yourself 23333