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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty Five"

weight="139588"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The waiter brought two cups of coffee, and Fucheng ordered another gingerbread.

The weather outside the window was getting darker, and heavy lead clouds came from the south, over the vast expanse of the sea, and weighed heavily on the city of Boston. But after a while, it started to rain. The rain crackled on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, and Fucheng realized that it was not rain, but very small hail.

He retracted his gaze: "Uncle Vince, why are you here?"

The old man smiled: "I heard that there seems to be a plane fishing on the beach. I know it's not Roger 318, just want to take a look. There is nothing else to do at home alone, Evan, you know I'm boring. And I'm boring. If I hadn't come here for a walk, wouldn't I have met you?"

Fucheng: "I have been busy investigating the case these days, so I was unable to see you. I originally planned to visit you again after the case was resolved, before leaving Boston."

"You are a good boy."

Fucheng's voice was gentle: "By the way, how is Lulu recently? Does she like to eat newly bought cat food?"

In the coffee shop, handsome young people listened patiently to the old man's words, mostly trivial things in the parents. Vince Presley is in his seventies and has a slight amnesia. He always thought of where to say, and sometimes even talked about some past events that Fucheng didn't even know. But Fucheng was not impatient at all, he listened quietly.

When the rain stopped, he settled the bill and helped the old man to leave the coffee shop. Hiring a taxi for the old man, and after sending Uncle Vince to the back seat of the car, Fucheng came to the front seat, bent over and said to the driver, "87 Tepulu Road, thank you." Then he walked to the back seat. Leaning down: "Uncle Vince, I'll see you when I'm done."

Vince smiled and said, "Well, I'll wait for you at home and make your favorite burrito."

After the dull engine start sound, the taxi accelerated and left, and soon disappeared at the end of the long road.

Fucheng looked at the direction of the car's departure from a distance. He did not leave immediately, but watched silently.

Suddenly it seemed that he had no strength, and he couldn't even turn around. Both feet were filled with mercury and stuck to the ground tightly, unable to move from the ground.

Like a track and field athlete who had just finished a 10,000-meter long race, Fucheng suddenly felt extremely tired.

I don't want to worry about what's going to happen next, don't want to go every day pretending to be nonchalant. If time stops for a moment, nothing has happened, nothing will happen.

It seems to be good too.

After a long time, Fucheng turned around calmly. He had contacted the driver a long time ago and now walks to the long-parked Bentley on the side of the road.

Sitting in the car, Fucheng thought for a while, turned on the phone, and bought some bags of cat food on Amazon.

Lulu is five years old this year and is a blue mountain puppet cat.

Four and a half years ago, after the Rogge 318 air crash, in the waiting room prepared by Rogge Airlines for the families of the victims, Fucheng met Vince Presley for the first time.

Of course, there are chairs in the waiting rooms arranged by airlines, but almost no one wants to sit on them and wait meaninglessly. They were anxious and stood up one by one. Husband and wife, father and son, mother and daughter, they are holding each other's hands, shaking their bodies, and waiting in fear and expectation for the airline to give an answer.

Roger Flight 318 did not crash.

It just disappeared.

It may be due to a mechanical failure, which made an emergency landing on which island. Or maybe it went the wrong way and lost its course. It went to New Zealand, it went to Australia. It landed safely, but it hadn't had time to tell the world.

This ashen-like expectation continued until the senior management of Rogge Aviation walked into the waiting room with a solemn expression wearing a neat suit.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to give the final answer.

At 7:12 a.m. on June 17, 2016, 84 hours after Rogge Flight 318 was missing, the airline finally told all the family members.

"I'm very sorry, Rogue Airlines Flight 318, confirmed the crash."

There was a moment of silence, then crying, crying, and screaming in the quiet waiting room.

Fucheng grasped his cousin's hand tightly, his cousin was already crying out of breath and almost fainted. She had stayed up for three days and three nights, but in the end it ended up like this, she couldn't accept it at all. Fucheng kept comforting her, his cousin's nails were almost pinched into his wrists.

Suddenly, felt a salty taste in mouth.

Fu Cheng was stunned, stretched out his hand and touched his cold cheek. Only then did he realize that he was crying too.

The small waiting room at this moment seemed to be a purgatory on earth. The joy and sorrow are separated, life and death are separated, the wife is crying bitterly in the arms of her husband, and the young child is thrown into the arms of her mother, vaguely knowing that she will never see her father again.

NTSB established an investigation team.

On June 19, Zhuo Huan said that he was invited to join the investigation team on behalf of Maifei Company.

However, they have never seen such a hell almost drowned in suffocating sadness and despair. Hundreds of people, thousands of people, begged hard for three days and three nights, but God did not hear their prayers. The world became black and white at this moment, and there was no sound in their ears, and there was almost nothing they could do except for crying uncontrollably.

The cousin cried until she didn't have any strength, leaning on Fucheng's shoulder, weeping silently.

At this moment, Fucheng suddenly saw an old man with a cane stand up. His face was full of tears, his eyes were red, and he walked alone and lonely outside the door against the people who were embracing and crying.

Fucheng gave a thump in his heart, and he followed inexplicably. Then when Vince Presley leaped over and was about to jump down the six-story building, a stride rushed up and dragged him back.

There were more than 298 victims on Roger Flight 318.

298, this is not just a number.

Each number represents a life that was once alive.

Behind every number is a fragmented family.

Fucheng sometimes thinks back, and thinks that he might indeed have a relationship with Uncle Vince. At that moment, he subconsciously followed and prevented Uncle Vince from committing suicide. Afterwards, Fucheng learned that Uncle Vince's daughter Amy Presley was sitting next to his uncle and aunt.

Roger Flight 318, with 11 seats in a row in economy class, is a three-five-three pattern.

Amy Presley sits in seat 42K, while Fucheng's uncle and aunt sit in seats 42I and 42J.

Maybe they said hello when they got on the plane. Amy Presley likes to take photos and has a DSLR with him. Uncle Vince said that every time she takes a plane, she likes to take pictures of the clouds outside the window, and also take photos with strangers sitting together.

They boarded the plane together and took pictures together.

When the air crash happened suddenly, the aunt sitting next to her might have held the hand of this lonely young girl tightly, so she should not be afraid.

Although he didn't see that scene with his own eyes, Fucheng thought that it would definitely be like that.

Amy is Vince Presley's only daughter. Amy's mother died very early, and he almost brought up her daughter alone. Faced with such a tragedy, Vince had almost given up the idea of ​​survival. Fortunately, at this time, the pet shop brought a puppet cat, which was ordered by Amy before leaving Boston, and wanted to give it to his father as a company.

Lulu's arrival saved Vince Presley, and he came back to life.

Later, whenever Fucheng had a chance to go to the United States, he would take time to come to Boston to see Uncle Vince.

Thinking of the past, Fucheng closed his eyes and sighed after a long while.

After seeing the family of Captain Kyle, when Fucheng returned to the investigation headquarters, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening. As soon as he entered the door, Fucheng saw a familiar figure. He was surprised: "Lina, are you back so soon? Is your business done?"

Lina turned around and smiled at him: "Of course. I have a lot of friends in Boston. I asked a friend from the police station to adjust the surveillance video, and I quickly found the person I was looking for."

Old Joseph laughed, "Ms. Lina, in which city do you have fewer friends?"

Lina pretended to think: "At least in the United States, I think I have a lot of friends in any city. Why, old Joseph, do you want me to help?"

"Hahahaha, I'm just thinking about what to do with color in the future, but avoid you and your friends. Otherwise, what can you do if you find out." Old Joseph clasped his arms tightly and frightened appearance.

Everyone laughed.

Su Fei asked curiously: "Sister Lina, who did you look for? Why did you suddenly find someone. Is this person related to our accident?"

"It can't be regarded as a relationship." Lina smiled, "Originally, I wanted to find this little liar to get the money back to protect someone's self-esteem. But after I found someone, I found out that although this is a little liar, it is also a liar.Kind little liar. What he said was not all lies, so he didn't care about it anymore."

Fucheng thought for a moment: "I always feel that you mean something."

Lina: "I didn't say who."

"How is Kyle's situation."

A thick file folder banged on the table in front of the four, interrupting their small chat.Lina closed her mouth, smirked and walked away.Su Fei and Old Joseph turned their heads quickly and went to do their own thing again.

Fucheng raised his head to look at Zhuo Huan, and said, "I saw Kyle's wife and son. But I couldn't speak to them. They just arrived in Boston and were very tired and didn't have the energy to be investigated. I have already made an appointment tomorrow morning., Wait for them to rest well, and meet again."