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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty Eight"

weight="139612"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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"Why are you here!"

"why!"

"How dare you come here!"

The woman's shriveled and thin body burst out with tremendous power beyond imagination. She went crazy, lifting her handbag frantically and smashing it at the old Joseph. It was like a swift rain, struggling with every effort, slammed the old Joseph's body severely, hit him in the face several times, and made him stagger backward.

All this happened so suddenly that everyone did not react. After half a minute, Zhuo Huan and Lowens reacted and went up to stop them.

The pale and tired face became hideous and distorted because of the extreme hatred. She yelled at the old Joseph with a terrifying force. So obviously she was just a thin woman, but the men present were all shocked, and no one dared to step forward.

Lowens pulled the old Joseph away from the attack, Zhuo Huan held his face coldly, and grabbed the woman's hand. But where the crazy person can be controlled so well, Zhuo Huan caught it a few times and was completely empty.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes, suddenly his vision dimmed, and a lady's handbag appeared in front of him. He stood there in a daze and didn't move. The next moment, the handbag slammed his face frontally, making a loud bang that could not be ignored.

Uncle Zhuo was completely stunned.

However, Mrs. Harrison continued to attack indiscriminately.

Lowens took the old Joseph and fled in embarrassment. Zhuo Huan wanted to catch the mad middle-aged woman, so she was beaten up and down.

Can't beat women.

When he was beaten for the twelfth time, Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth, showing blue veins on his forehead.

"Hold!"

Later, everyone came forward to control this crazy woman.

They all say that they are ruthlessly afraid of horizontal, horizontally afraid of madness. For the first time, all the people present at the investigation headquarters truly realized how terrifying a crazy person is.

They soon knew who this woman was.

She is the mother of Deputy Captain Tim Harrison, Mrs. Harrison.

After learning the identity of the other party, Zhuo Huan calmly glanced at the direction of the old Joseph. He naturally knew who Mrs. Harrison was. Reminiscing about the sudden anger of the other party, Zhuo Huan looked down and thought for a moment, then let out a soft "Oh".

Lowens sent someone to comfort him for a long time before sending Mrs. Harrison away. When he returned to the office, he still looked speechless: "What's going on here! I originally invited her to the investigation headquarters to assist in the investigation, and asked her if she knew any disputes between her son and the captain Kyle. As soon as the result came up, it just came up. This way. Is this crazy!"

Someone said: "If you let your husband and son die, you might also be crazy."

"..." Lowens had nothing to say.

Lowens quietly raised his head and looked at the old Joseph who was sitting in the conference room, bowed his head and said nothing. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure in his peripheral light and looked up. Lowens subconsciously yelled, "Hey, Patrick, why are you going!"

Zhuo Huan stood up and walked to the meeting room.

Zhuo Huan did not return him, but strode into the meeting room, slammed the door shut.

The door slammed on the wall, shaking the house. NTSB investigators carefully looked at the direction of the conference room, and began to whisper. Lowens: "What are you talking about, stop chatting, hurry up and do your business!"

In the quiet conference room, Old Joseph was sitting on the sofa, Su Fei holding the medicine box, and giving him medicine.

When the old Joseph was beaten, Su Fei was on the second floor, not at the scene. Now that such a big event happened, the minor swallowed his saliva, looked at the old Joseph surreptitiously, and then at Zhuo Huan. Dare not speak.

His face is so ugly...

Old Joseph folded his arms and chest in silence, without saying a word.

Su Fei raised his eyes and suddenly saw: "Eh RIP, where is your brow bone..."

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Huan said coldly.

Su Fei closed his mouth.

Old Joseph: "Nothing."

Zhuo Huan chuckled, "It's okay? Hey, since you said it's okay, then it seems that you hit someone for no reason? Yes, did Lowens call the police."

Old Joseph suddenly became anxious: "Reid, what are you doing?"

Zhuo Huan almost laughed out of anger.

What is he doing?

Fuck, he hasn't been beaten by anyone in years!

Seeing Zhuo Huan sneered and was about to leave, and went out to call Lowens to call the police, the old Joseph hurriedly grabbed him. "You all know who that person was just now, Harrison's mother, Anna Harrison. She has always hated me and thinks I killed her husband."

Su Fei was shocked and said: "You killed her husband? Ah, it means the American Airlines 384 crash 17 years ago? No, what does this have to do with you, I remember that you were not responsible for the plane accident report."

Zhuo Huan sat at the conference table, looking down at his two members.

"Continue." Zhuo Huan said.

Old Joseph was silent for a long time and stopped talking.

not talking?

Zhuo Huan: "Why does she think you harmed her husband? Because you didn't help her husband when the accident happened? You didn't take the initiative to help? Or did you do something that was not recorded by the black box 17 years ago? It was not investigated by the NTSB investigator, but she had a lot of magical powers, and she calculated it through a logically as logical brain as that of Holmes?"

Old Joseph: "Enough, Reid, stop asking."

Zhuo Huan: "That's why."

Old Joseph refused to speak.

"There must be a reason."

"..."

"Don't tell me, is it because of a guilty conscience?"

Old Joseph: "Enough!"

Zhuo Huan closed his mouth and looked at him quietly.

Old Joseph was trembling, and his head bowed stubbornly. His face was buried tightly in his hands, and there was no tears. Seventeen years have passed since the matter, no matter how much sadness was ruthlessly wasted by time, and then buried and forgotten.

The old Joseph suddenly felt extremely ashamed, because he unexpectedly found that he couldn't cry. He couldn't squeeze out the tears, and what was engraved deep in his heart was the fear and despair at the moment of the plane crash.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, and his shoulders and teeth were trembling.

Su Fei couldn't help asking: "Old Joseph, are you all right."

The hoarse voice sounded dullly: "I'm not familiar with Michael Harrison at all. It's just that I have met airline colleagues and met several times in the company. American Airlines Flight 384, that was our second time. Cooperation. Why? Reid, you ask me why? I also want to know why! Why didn't he ask me for help, why he didn't tell me until he died, why he crashed the plane so silently!"

"We are not familiar at all!"

"What did I do wrong!"

The gray-haired old man stared at Zhuo Huan with red eyes, as if he wanted to get the truth out of his mouth.

Zhuo Huan's lips moved.

After a long time, he stood up, walked to the door of the conference room, opened the door and walked out.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fucheng and Lina returned from Washington.

As soon as they entered the door, the two found no abnormalities. After saying hello to her companions, Lina walked into the pantry easily and made a pot of delicious coffee for herself. She hadn't been able to drink coffee all day, she was already suffocated. Fucheng came to the computer with a recording pen and interview materials. He wants to organize all these materials into a book.

This is not a simple job. They visited more than 20 people today, and they probably won’t be able to finish it tomorrow.

Before that, he had something to talk to Zhuo Huan.

Fucheng turned his head to take a look, and was stunned.

Zhuo Huan isn't in the seat?

After thinking about it, Fucheng walked downstairs, but after searching for a long time in the warehouse on the first floor, he didn't see Uncle Zhuo.

Back on the second floor, Fucheng looked for it again, and finally found the man on the balcony. He walked over and was stopped by Su Fei before entering the balcony.

The punk boy closed his mouth mysteriously, winked, gestured at Fucheng with an exaggerated expression, and pointed at Zhuo Huan's back.

Fucheng: "What's wrong?"

Su Fei's eyes widened: "Hush!!!"

Fucheng: "..."

Clam?

Worrying about being heard by a certain man, Su Fei quickly pulled Fucheng aside: "Don't provoke RIP, he is in a bad mood. He has been smoking on the balcony before you come back, and he almost smoked a pack!"

"..."

"What's the matter?"

Su Fei lowered his voice: "He was beaten."

Fucheng couldn't believe what he heard for a while: "What?"

"RIP was beaten!"

Fucheng: "..."

Knowing what happened from Su Fei's mouth, Fucheng's expression gradually sank. Regardless of Su Fei's obstruction, he walked into the balcony.

Hearing his footsteps, the man still leaned on the handrail, looked up at the sky, smoking a cigarette with an unpleasant expression. The strong and deep smell of smoke pierced into the nasal cavity, as if wrapped around his side, not diffusing for a long time.

Zhuo Huan was obviously very upset.

Su Fei only knew that he was upset, but he didn't know what he was upset about, whether he was upset that he was beaten, or what.

The salty sea breeze is blowing on the face, and standing on the balcony looking from a distance, the shadow of the full moon reflected on the sea is stretched and slender, moving with the ups and downs of the waves. Qinghui shines into the depths of the water, rolls onto the beach with the sea water, and then falls silently and anonymously, with rising tides and high tides.

"Bismarck of American Airlines."

The youth's clear voice is like gold, stone and jade, not rushing, not tepid, and passing into the ear cavity along the evening breeze.

Zhuo Huan slowly turned his head to look at him.

Fucheng leaned against the railing, his voice was calm, and his already delicate face was illuminated by the moonlight. The brows are extremely pale, but the eyes are warm, and the depths of his eyes seem to be immersed in a whole piece of tranquil amber.

The two looked at each other silently.

Zhuo Huan held the cigarette between his fingers, but didn't smoke any more.

Fucheng said: "This is the nickname of Captain Kyle Shulman, American Airlines' Bismarck. Seventeen years ago, when Joseph Sr. was still at American Airlines, he was also called by this name. Joseph Sr. did not talk to Michael. Harrison had a direct conflict, so no one said he was wrong, and even he could not answer that question. Only the dead Harrison knew why he didn’t talk to the experienced, known as Bismarck. Long asks for help."

"But this time, Tim Harrison had a conflict with his Bismarck captain."

"Teacher Zhuo, have you determined that the aircraft has no mechanical failures."

After a long time, Zhuo Huan answered him, with only one simple word: "Yeah."

Neither of them spoke again.

After smoking the last cigarette, he threw it into the glass ashtray and wiped it out. Zhuo Huan was about to leave the balcony.

"Teacher Zhuo."

"Um?"

"Your brow bone is broken."

Zhuo Huan took a halt.

Fucheng took out the disposable iodine swab from his pocket and opened the plastic bag. The distance suddenly narrowed, he raised his hand, leaned forward straight, and gently helped the man clean the wound. Fingers inevitably rubbed the man's skin, and it was confirmed that it was cleaned before Fucheng released his hand.

"All right."

The place wiped by the iodine, the wind blows, and the chill is piercing.

Zhuo Huan: "Hey, Fucheng."

Fucheng raised his head: "Huh?"

"Intentionally."

He didn't react: "...what?"

A quick and light laugh.

The next second, with a bang, the man's arm slammed his shoulder, and with a strong push, the whole person was pressed on the balcony railing. His back hit the railing, no pain, but Fu Cheng was stunned for an instant. He raised his head in astonishment to look at the man, but all the words he wanted to ask disappeared without a trace when the other party suddenly approached.

The elegant and narrow eyes were pushed very close, and the brain suddenly became blank, as if the soul was grabbed by one hand.

Fucheng's pupils tightened.

The thin lips were almost close to his lips, but there was a slight gap left, as long as Fucheng moved, it would be able to stick to it.

At this time, Zhuo Huan opened his mouth, and his warm breath lightly fell on Fucheng's lips.

"——I said, did you deliberately."

The nasal cavity was filled with a strong and powerful smell of smoke, and the man's voice was dull and beautiful, and he deliberately lowered his voice, extremely ambiguous.

With a bang, the world was suddenly silent.

Until the beach not far away came the laughter of young men and women.

No one knows why there are people camping at a bonfire night on the beach in Boston in winter. The laughter and singing of young people reach Fucheng's ears, but he only hears the misty and illusory singing, as if there is a boy affectionately. Sang a love song.

Seeing him not speaking, Zhuo Huan chuckled, stretched out his hand and pressed Jiaofucheng's forehead, then turned and left.

With his hands in his pockets, he strode away very freely, leaving the world with a free and arrogant back.

The night wind blew silently.

Fucheng recovered, and he suddenly calmed down.

Leaning against the cold balcony railing, he realized one thing for the first time.

"Zhuo Huan, it's gay."

The heart in his chest was beating much faster than usual, Fucheng lowered his eyelids and took out a cigarette from his pocket blankly.

The author has something to say:

At this time, I decided to tell you what Zhuo Anxi said silently in Chapter 13.

What he said is...

"You look like you want to be fucked by me."

Fu Chengcheng: Ha ha.

But, Hong Kong Zhen, Fu Cheng Cheng is really not born gay...

Of course, this article is not a straight bend, you feel it yourself~