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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty Three"

weight="139586"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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"Theoretical calculations are here."

With a clear sound, the cap of the pen was turned back. With a move of Zhuo Huan's wrist, the black marker drew a long arc in the air and dropped precisely into the pen holder on the table. He raised his brows and seemed to be pleased, and his tone was brisk: "Next is the part of the experimental demonstration. You go to contact Shita Tsunai." As he said, he raised his head to look at Su Fei.

Su Fei's eyes widened and pointed at himself: "Oh? Me?"

Zhuo Huan: "Yes, you."

Su Fei: "No mistake, why me. Didn't you call the wrong person RIP? Shouldn't Lina do this kind of thing? What does it have to do with me?"

Zhuo Huan put his hands around his chest: "This time you do it for you. Emperor Zunai has a good impression of you. He was very interested in the virus you sent him last time."

Su Fei: "..."

"Are you stupid when you step on a horse? I sent him a virus, and he has a good impression of me? Is he a masochist, which can impress me well? I suspect you are insulting my IQ."

Zhuo Huan glanced up and down at Su Fei in surprise, muttered "Yes, IMO gold medal" in a low voice, and then calmly said without blinking: "I have known him for a long time. From my point of view, he really treats you. The impression is good. Do you know what it means to be sympathetic?"

Su Fei was taken aback: "What?"

"After your virus was sent, he must have cracked it with a computer professor at the University of Tokyo, but found that it couldn't be cracked. Or it takes too long to crack. It would be better to reply to emails as quickly as you can. Geniuses are always lonely. "Uncle Zhuo's voice is slow and lazy, "You are a genius, and he discovered your uniqueness, so he sympathizes with you, and has a good impression...Why, it's hard to understand?"

Su Fei: "It's not..."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, or you don't understand the sympathy between geniuses?"

Su Fei: "Of course I understand! Okay, let me contact him. Anyway, his email address should not be changed. I can directly operate in the background and connect to his computer."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh." Turning his head, his eyes fixed on Fucheng.

Fucheng was looking at Su Fei with the eyes of a fool.

God opened a window for you, and will surely close a door for you. Originally, he thought Zhuo Huan's EQ was already low enough, but he didn't expect that strong players would have strong mid players. How high Su Fei's IQ was, his EQ would be low.

Probably the brain circuits of geniuses are always so...different.

Lifting his head, his eyes suddenly met Zhuo Huan. Fucheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Teacher Zhuo, if the experiment really proves that the plane rushed into the ocean at maximum acceleration, then what should I do?"

Zhuo Huan: "What do you think?"

Fucheng was silent.

Zhuo Huan pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed.

In fact, everything has long been answered. If the aircraft really rushed into the sea at maximum acceleration, then the most likely cause of the American Airlines 4012 crash was man-made.

23 hours later, at 9:03 am.

As soon as Tsunai sent a video call application, after Lina pressed the answer button, Professor Tsuna's indifferent face immediately appeared on the computer projection screen. This genius scholar, who is well-known in the world of physics, did not speak at the first moment the video was connected. His calm and indifferent eyes circled for a week, scanning the audience, and finally stopped on the underage sitting next to Fucheng.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, and said coldly: "Zhuo Jun."

Zhuo Huan: "Tina."

Teiichi Tsuna: "I have downloaded the data you calculated and the data measured from the wreckage of the plane. I have downloaded it and sent it to my laboratory. But now I am in China Shencheng, not in Tokyo, so I can’t do it personally. You do this experiment."

This answer was unexpected to everyone. But Zunai continued: "But in my laboratory, I have arranged teaching assistants and students to do this experiment for you. As long as the data has been calculated and a conclusion direction has been drawn, just follow the' As a result of'accelerating into the water', a prerequisite experiment was conducted in the reverse direction. It is not difficult. If I am away, my teaching assistant can also take the students to complete it."

Zhuo Huan: "Thank you. When will the experiment start and when will I get the results?"

Teiichi Tsuna: "Please wait a moment."

I saw Emperor Tsuna lowered his head, and soon, there was a crisp keyboard tapping sound from the speaker. However, for a long time, the computer screen is divided into two halves. The picture of Teiichi Tsuna was reduced in half and projected on the left side of the screen. On the right, it turned out to be a wide outdoor playground.

On the right screen, as soon as the video screen was connected, a young assistant teacher wearing glasses gave a startled "ah", then bowed slightly and said, "Professor, the experimental equipment is ready. According to your instructions, we Professor Maeda’s laboratory borrowed a nitrogen accelerator. Yamaguchi calculated the depth of the water that would not penetrate the glass cover. In addition, we got sea water from Tokyo Bay, but the sea water of Tokyo Bay and the sea water of Boston Bay, they The concentration of the solution is definitely different, which may cause errors in the experimental results."

Teiichi Tsuna: "The error is within the allowable range."

The assistant nodded: "Yes."

Tsuna Teiichi: "Let's start the experiment."

Teiichi Tsuna controlled the computer, cut off all his video screens, and projected the live experiment videos of the teaching assistants and students on the entire computer screen.

Boston, American Airlines 4012 Air Crash Investigation Headquarters.

Through the technology of the new era, half of the earth across the board, people sitting in the conference room attentively looked at the screen, waiting for the high-achieving students of Tokyo University to conduct experiments.

I saw three students standing next to a huge black gun-type machine. They were wearing sound-proof earphones and goggles, and they were wearing tight laboratory uniforms. And about five meters away, it was a huge cuboid glass container that looked like a fish tank. The glassware is filled with sea water from Tokyo Bay.

After the teaching assistant confirmed the safety of the experiment for the last time, he walked to the camera, nodded to the air crash investigator in Boston and Zunai in Shencheng, then raised his hand and said loudly: "High carbon fiber and glass Fibre-reinforced materials, the first time to explore metal cracks caused by accelerated impact in seawater. Start!"

As soon as the voice fell, only a bang was heard.

A female student pressed the switch of the nitrogen acceleration device, and a silver-white light flashed across the screen. The next moment, saw the sea water vibrating violently in the glass water tank on the right side of the screen. The silver aluminum alloy material was shot into the water and dived all the way at an almost irresistible speed, but when it was about to penetrate the bottom of the glass water tank, it quickly slowed down and finally stopped. Following the turbulent current, it slowly fell to the bottom of the water.

The students immediately ran up and carefully used the experimental splint to clamp the aluminum alloy material from the bottom of the water and put it into the box.

This is only the first experiment.

Everyone moved quickly to clean up the experimental props and stood back to their original positions again.

The assistant teacher looked at the camera and raised his hand again: "The second experiment, start!"

The huge nitrogen acceleration device shot the metal material of the same Airbus A390 wing into the sea water again and again. A total of ten experiments were done. Students from the University of Tokyo collected ten aluminum alloy materials. After the tenth experiment, the teaching assistant finally announced the end of the experiment. At the same time, Teiichi Tsuna also cut off the live video broadcast on the Tokyo University laboratory.

His face appeared on the screen again, and his voice was still steady and cold: "The experiment has been completed, and the next step is to collect the crack data. It should be sent to your mailbox at this time tomorrow."

Zhuo Huan nodded lightly and said, "Thank you, trouble you."

"You're welcome, Zhuo Jun, it's just a very simple little experiment. The hardest part you have already completed is to calculate the specific acceleration and entry speed and angle. This is not my research field, even if it is me, I want to It will take a long time to calculate the plastic deformation mode of the metal crack."

Zhuo Huan: "Lina will settle the specific cost with your laboratory."

Tsuna Teiichi: "Okay, I will notify my teaching assistant."

The two said a few more politely, the video is about to hang up, and Emperor Tsuna suddenly said: "By the way, if there are such experiments in the future, I will be happy to help. I can find out the truth for innocent victims. It is my wish to take the aviation industry a step further. In my opinion, physics serves humanity. Whether it is theoretical physics or high-energy physics, the directions they guide are the truth and a bright future pursued by mankind. "

Huh? There is something in the words?

Zhuo Huan smiled: "I have a member who admires you very much."

Teiichi Tsuna: "...Taku-kun?"

Zhuo Huan pointed his chin in the direction of Su Fei, and the punk boy instantly widened his eyes: "Oh?"

Zhuo Huan: "You are all geniuses, so he cherishes you and wants to share his professional experience with you."

Tsuna Teiichi: "..."

Su Fei was about to refute "When did I admire this and who", when he suddenly heard Zhuo Huan's words, he was dumbfounded again for granted: "Haha, yes, I feel sorry for each other. It's the same for geniuses. Thank you for helping us." I have done the experiment. When do you have time to come to Shanghai, I will invite you to dinner. RIP is rich, he treats you!"

After being silent for a long time, Emperor Tsuna said in a low voice, "I will contact you later, everyone," and then hung up the video call.

After the video call ended, Emperor Zuna could send the results of the experiment the next day, and the investigators all went back downstairs.

——Before there are no black boxes and no new clues, all they have to do is to restore the wreckage of the aircraft as much as possible and find clues from the wreckage.

Fucheng arranged a trip for the afternoon, and he planned to meet with the pilot's family. As soon as he walked out of the door of the conference room, he ran into a punk boy with a very low EQ.

Fucheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "How did you contact Professor Tsuna?"

Su Fei took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator. Hearing this, he was immediately intrigued. He didn't drink the Coke, and happily described his great achievements to Fucheng: "That must be awesome. You know they are Japanese, right? I like to use e-mail, especially that Teiichi Tsunai, who was sent a virus last time, don’t change his e-mail address, even if he didn’t even change his computer password! I have to take care of this kind of person who doesn’t respect hackers. Education...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I have to give him a good guide. I remotely controlled his computer while he was writing the paper and talked to him for a while..."

Fucheng nodded straight at hearing.

Su Fei said dryly, and drank a big sip of Coke: "Well, he soon agreed to help us with the experiment. I'm such a little genius."

Fucheng smiled slightly and patted him on the shoulder: "Be more confident and take care of yourself, aren't you the sympathy between geniuses."

Su Fei: "Okay, then I won't be humble."

After bidding farewell to the fool Su Fei, Fucheng went downstairs and saw a certain man standing next to the left-wing wreck, discussing something with Lowens.

Looking at Zhuo Huan from a distance, Fucheng couldn't help thinking: With Uncle Zhuo's EQ, how did Su Fei be fooled into this?

It's incredible.

Leaving the investigation headquarters, the car arranged by Lina had been waiting on the side of the road for a long time. But Fucheng did not get on the bus at the first time, but found the old Joseph.

"I didn't expect you to invite me with me?" Old Joseph laughed loudly. "What are you going to do? Oh yes, I heard that the salvage company is conducting the last round of carpet sea search. Maybe they can find the black box. You are going to go. Take a look at the salvage site, we can give some professional opinions and tell them where the black box may drift."

Fucheng smiled and said, "I may not be able to mention this professional opinion." The ocean current has been unpredictable. It has been four months since it can go in any direction. "Senior Joseph, I want to invite you to meet with the families of the victims."

The smile on Old Joseph's face froze.

Fucheng sighed in his heart, but he still said: "Actually, I heard that, don't be angry. I also know by coincidence. This time, the deputy captain of American Airlines 4012...has that kind of connection with you. Captain Kyle’s family is now in New York and has not come. But the deputy captain’s family has arrived in Boston a long time ago. I am going to see her and find out a little bit about her. Do you want to go with me?"

After a while, the old Joseph smiled and said: "It's okay, my business is not a secret. If you are interested, just search on Wikipedia and you can know what happened to me. Even "Hero in the Air" has made a documentary specifically for it. Harrison..." After a pause, he continued: "Tim Harrison's family is here? Who is it, his mother?"

Fucheng: "Lina said, it was his mother who came."

Old Joseph's voice was calm: "But I heard that Tim's body was not recovered."

Fucheng: "Yes."

Old Joseph: "Forget it, I won't go. I know her. She may think of her late husband again when I come out, and feel even more sorrowful."

Fucheng looked at Old Joseph quietly, his brows frowned slightly, before he could speak, he saw Old Joseph beckoning to call the flower girl walking on the side of the road.

Old Joseph squatted down: "Hey, boy, how much is a lily?"

The little blond boy said excitedly: "Sir, do you want to buy my flowers? Great, lilies are two dollars a stalk. I am doing homework for my holiday. These are the flowers I plant in my yard at home. I want to put them They were sold, and the money was donated to patients suffering from leukemia."

Old Joseph: "You are really a kind child. I want these lilies."

Old Joseph bought all ten lilies in one go.

The little boy took out a large colored paper from the books and newspapers he carried with him. Old Joseph roughly wrapped the lilies in the colored paper and handed it to Fucheng. After thinking about it, he took it back and folded the corners of the colored paper carefully before handing it over to Fucheng.

"Give it to Harrison's mother for me. I hope she will not indulge in the tragedy of grief and will come out soon."

Fucheng looked at him and nodded: "Okay."

Old Joseph turned and walked into the investigation headquarters, Fucheng held a large bouquet of lilies, and walked towards the Bentley parked on the side of the road. At this time, a clear and tender voice sounded from not far away: "Sir, do you want to buy my flowers too? Great, these flowers are all grown by myself, and the money I sell will be donated to the leukemia organization."

Fucheng looked up.

In the bright and warm sunshine, the man leaned down, closed his eyes, and sniffed the large bunch of flowers in the boy's hand. The boy looked at him expectantly with bright eyes. He opened his eyes and took out an LV wallet from his coat pocket, and took out a stack of hundred dollar bills from it.

"I want it all."

The boy was dumbfounded, and quickly pulled Zhuo Huan's sleeve: "No, sir, these only cost 78 dollars in total."

Uncle Zhuo let out a laugh from his nose: "You just said you want to donate to the leukemia organization?"

Boy: "Yes."

"Adding the $20 and $98 you just sold, you can't afford a tube of medicine. Can the leukemia organization deserve your money?"

"……what?"

Uncle Zhuo snorted and flipped through the only rose in the bouquet with disgust: "Next time I will order more roses. I like roses."

The blond boy probably had never seen anyone give him money so brutally. He stayed where he was, holding at least $5,000 in banknotes in his hand, at a loss.

Uncle Zhuo took the big bouquet and walked to the gate of the investigation headquarters. When passing by Fucheng, he stretched out his hand and unceremoniously threw a large bouquet of flowers into Fucheng's arms. "Help me deal with it."

Fucheng turned around: "Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan: "Aren't you going to give flowers to people? You can send them together, or you can find a trash can and throw them away." After speaking, he turned and left without looking back, and waved his hand backwards.

Fucheng smiled and said, "Okay."

The black Bentley circled the coast of Boston Bay, all the way to the city center.

Boston is a seaside city with a high latitude. In winter, it is difficult to see such a brilliant sunny day. It is always surrounded by snowstorms. The harsh winter is synonymous with Boston.

The mother of Deputy Captain Tim Harrison lives in a hotel in downtown Boston. Fucheng had already called in advance, and he knocked on the door of the hotel room. The door opened, and a pale brown-haired woman with red eyes opened the door for him.

Fucheng: "Hello, Mrs. Harrison, I am the investigator of this accident. I belong to the UAAG investigation team. My name is Fucheng." He took out his work ID from his pocket.

Mrs. Harrison nodded gently, pulled off the anti-theft chain, and invited him into the house.

This hotel is not very high class in Boston, it is more like a small hotel. In such a hotel, if someone stays for a long time, they will not clean it every day. They will only send someone when you call the front desk and ask the hotel to arrange someone to clean the room.

Mrs. Harrison had obviously lived in this room for a long time.

She moved a chair to Fucheng with ease.

Fucheng: "I'll do it myself, madam."

Mrs. Harrison: "How old are you?"

Fucheng was stunned.

Mrs. Harrison gave a pale and feeble smile: "Don’t get me wrong, I just think you are very young. I know some airline people, and my husband and son are both pilots. I also met some NTSB investigators many years ago. , I have seen a few in the last few days. But rarely see you as young. Are you 25 years old?"

Fucheng: "I am 26 years old this year."

Mrs. Harrison was startled: "You are as old as Tim."

The choking sound sounded softly, and Fucheng silently handed over the tissue.

Fucheng: "Ma'am, then I'll say it straightforwardly. Please be sorry, don't be too sad and break your body. I don't think Tim doesn't want to see you wash your face with tears every day. I'm here today to show you Find out what kind of person Tim is usually like. What are his preferences, what kind of personality... These are very useful for investigations."

Mrs. Harrison wiped away her tears and said in a hoarse voice: "I know, I will cooperate with you. Tim is a good boy. He was only nine years old when his father died. I was too sad to see him. I can’t bear the body of my father. It was Tim who offered to pick up Michael..."

Optimistic, cheerful, and very good at communicating with people.

Although his father died unexpectedly at the age of nine in an air crash, this did not affect Tim Harrison's love for flying. When he grew up, he persuaded his mother to be admitted to flight school and become a pilot.

Mrs. Harrison whispered as she sobbed. Listening to her, Fucheng slowly wrote on the tablet the short life of this young man who was the same age as him.

It's not that Mrs. Harrison hasn't stopped her son, even if he wants to be a pilot, don't go to American Airlines again. His father died on an American Airlines plane, and she never wanted to hear the name again. But Tim received an offer from American Airlines, and there are many old friends of his father there.

"Father's fault, I will not make it again. Father is an excellent pilot, mother, I always think so."

It was the first time that Mrs. Harrison showed a real smile from the first glance that Fucheng saw her. With eyes full of nostalgia and love, she looked at her son's photo and retelled what her son had said.

It was a group photo. The young and laughing Tim Harrison was standing on the lawn, hugging his mother's shoulders and laughing.

Fucheng pondered for a moment, and said: "Seventeen years ago, the crash of American Airlines Flight 384 really cannot be said to be Mr. Harrison's fault. Bad weather is the main reason, and no one wants to see such a tragedy."

Mrs. Harrison looked at him: "Thank you." She continued: "But I know that Michael didn't make the best choice, and he was responsible for the accident. But I believe it was not Tim's fault this time. He works very hard, he is serious. He is a smart boy, and he will do his best to save this plane."

Fucheng looked at her, but did not tell her that the investigation team had found out that the plane was speeding into the water.

The two talked for a long time, and the image of Tim Harrison was sketched in Fucheng's heart.

It was getting dark, Fucheng stood up and said goodbye to her: "Thank you, and hope you are sorry."

"I will send you out."

The two walked to the door of the room together, and Fucheng picked up the lily bouquet that he had placed in the hallway: "Mrs. Harrison, this is for you. I hope you can get out of your grief soon." However, what he didn't expect was that After seeing the bunch of flowers, Mrs. Harrison's expression changed suddenly. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the bunch of white lilies.

Hate, grief, despair and hysterical anger.

It's hard to imagine that such a complex emotion will appear in the eyes of a woman who is overwhelmingly sad, which almost suppresses all her sadness, leaving only a strong and suffocating hatred. Then soon, all the hatred turned into tears, and she cried bitterly.

Mrs. Harrison’s hand pressed the bouquet of lilies: "No, thank you, but I don’t want to accept it. My husband’s favorite was the lily, but I never want to see it again."

Fucheng was surprised, he was silent for a long while, and took the flowers back.

"Sorry, please."

Back in the car, Fucheng looked at the lily bouquet in his hand, and did not look away for a long time.

When he returned to the investigation headquarters, he handed the bunch of lilies and the large bunch of flowers bought by Zhuo Huan to the driver: "Give it to you, you can handle it whatever you want."

The driver was taken aback: "Okay, sir."

Before getting off the car, Fucheng stopped. He turned around and picked the only rose from the big bouquet.

In the Boston Bay where people come and go, the sharp chirping of seagulls are mixed with the sound of thousands of years of waves hitting the shore, as well as the laughter of tourists. Fucheng got out of the car and walked towards the investigation headquarters. Halfway through, he saw a familiar person on the beach and paused. Fucheng froze for a long time before walking over.

"Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan turned around and saw Fucheng.

Biting the cigarette holder, his voice became hoarse with nicotine: "I'm back?"

In the smoke lingering, the man's handsome eyebrows seemed to be far away, hazy and indistinct. The only real thing is the smell of smoke that is forced into the heart and lungs. Fucheng suddenly felt a bit dry in his tongue, and Mrs. Harrison's crying and hateful voice rang in his ears, and his heart became irritable.

Standing on the beach, looking at the sea illuminated by the sun from a distance.

Fucheng's voice became cold, and the pretense in the day was gone: "Is there any smoke?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him like this, his eyes flickered, and he laughed: "No, just one. Do you?" He said, holding the cigarette between his fingers, taking it out of his mouth very friendly, and handing it to Fucheng.

Fucheng: "..."

Don't you think it's dirty!

Fucheng was not interested in taking the initiative to smoke the same cigarette with a man. He expressed his refusal with a cold attitude.

Zhuo Huan let out a groan, glanced at him carelessly, and then bit the cigarette holder.

"For you."

Zhuo Huan turned his head and saw Fucheng holding a rose in his hand and placing it in front of his eyes.

His breathing suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his head.

In the setting sun, in the salty sea breeze, the beautiful young man never seemed to think too much. He didn't think it was such an ambiguous act to send roses to a man. In other words, it is precisely because the gift is a man that he can be so casual.

The strong and bitter smell of smoke in the mouth seemed to be mixed with a hint of sweet sugar. Zhuo Huan slowly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the young man in front of him with cold and elegant eyes, quietly waiting for him to speak.

Fucheng: "Everything else is taken care of. You said that you like roses, so you kept one."

Zhuo Huan took the rose: "Thank you."

Uncle Zhuo would still say thank you to himself?

Fucheng looked at him quietly for a while, only to see that Zhuo Huan kept looking down at the rose in his hand, not paying attention to his gaze.

The bitter smell of smoke, the fragrance of flowers, and the astringent smell of the oncoming sea breeze.

I don't know why the irritability in my heart is like folds being ironed, and the addiction to cigarettes that is hard to suppress is gradually disappearing. Without even noticing him, Fucheng stood a little closer to the man. Standing shoulder to shoulder, he opened his mouth and said: "There is something that I find very strange today, but I think it may be related to the American Airlines 384 seventeen years ago and the old Joseph."

Zhuo Huan looked away from the rose.

With eyes facing each other, Fucheng asked earnestly: "Teacher Zhuo, American Airlines 384 seventeen years ago, what's the matter...Is it unknown to outsiders?"

The author has something to say:

Fu Chengcheng: Teacher Zhuo, is the rose fragrance?

Zhuo Anxi: It's really fragrant.