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Chapter Forty One
In early February, exactly six months after the crash of American Airlines 4012, the NTSB held a press conference in Boston.
The 298 victims, a world's most advanced aircraft, is enough to attract the attention of people all over the world. At nine o'clock in the morning, the press conference started on time. NTSB's senior investigator Lowens first introduced all the investigations, and then the UAAG spokesperson Lina made a final report.
Since the wreckage of the plane was fished out of the sea in December, the media's attention to the accident has never diminished. The public has long known that the black box of American Airlines 4012 has disappeared and has not been recovered. It is also known that simply looking at the wreckage of the aircraft, there was no mechanical failure of the aircraft.
In fact, a month ago, after the media reported that there was no mechanical failure of the aircraft, Airbus's US stocks still rose.
Now, as all the media predicted in advance, the conclusion drawn by the investigation team is most likely that the pilot made a mistake.
A reporter stood up and asked: "If my understanding is correct, do you mean this is a man-made accident?"
Lina looked at the reporter with a smile: "No."
The reporter was stunned.
Lina's voice is gentle, and her speech is not rushed or slow: "I hope you can understand my words correctly. First of all, before the survey report is published, and before readers open the report, please remember that this is not the case. An aircraft accident that can retrieve the black box. If we find evidence on the wreckage of the aircraft, such as engine damage and telex system failure, then the answer must be correct and firm. There is no doubt. But we did not find any clues, so Only put the answer on the pilot."
"This means that if the American Airlines 4012 crash is a mechanical failure, then this is 100% correct."
"If it is a human factor, then this is just a hypothesis. Before the black box is fished out, no one can guarantee that this is really a human accident."
The reporter's eyes rolled: "Then I can understand it this way, this is most likely an air crash caused by human factors, but I don't dare to be 100% sure."
Lina was silent, her voice calm: "Yes."
The reporters nodded together and recorded this sentence.
Lina: "This reporter, are you a man?"
Just after asking questions and preparing to sit down, the reporter was suddenly called by Lina, and he nodded in surprise: "Yes."
Lina smiled and said, "It seems that you are also very likely to be a man, but you can't be 100% sure."
Reporter: "Excuse me, what do you mean?"
Without changing her face, Lina smiled politely: "You are indeed a man now, but you may not be a man in the future. It's like now we speculate that American Airlines 4012 may be a human error, but suppose one day its black box is fished out. Suddenly, it may not be a human error. Of course, this analogy is not appropriate. After all, you must be a man now, and now the American Airlines 4012 is not certain that it must be a human error."
The reporter was dumbfounded and didn't know how to refute for a while.
Lina: "News pays attention to authenticity, timeliness and accuracy. To report a piece of news truthfully and accurately, and to bring the truth to the public, is the meaning of the existence of news media. In a way, we are also investigating this air crash. s reason."
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The long press conference finally ended after five full hours.
All the reporters present were experienced and eloquent senior reporters, and many of them were well-known in the United States. Even Lina can't do well in some cases. However, she has tried her best.
In fact, all of them know that this accident may be a human error. But the hard work of each of them is to be worthy of the truth that in case one day really reverses.
At least, you did it, you worked hard. Only in this way can be ashamed of heart.
After the conference, Lina and Lowens left the conference hall together. Lovins smiled at her and said: "Thanks. I used to deal with these wolves and beasts reporters every time. They are really scary. If it is a mechanical failure, they will investigate the root cause, and they must tell from you. The responsibility is thrown on the aircraft manufacturer, or the airline, or the airport. If it is not an aircraft failure, they have to find a responsible person. You know, people are more concerned not about why the error occurred, but who should bear the consequences after the error , Who will be fined or even jailed."
Lina: "This is the opposite of ours. What we are looking for is why something went wrong, and how to avoid it in the future."
The two smiled at each other.
Lowens: "Have you read this investigative report written by Joseph?"
Lina pretended to be surprised: "Lovins, are you doubting my professionalism?" She smiled: "Of course I have seen it, and more than once."
Lowens shook the thick investigative report in his hand: "312 pages, really amazing. It took only three days to write this report, even if it was me, I think it’s awful. To be honest, you Tell me secretly, there are so many excellent investigators in the NTSB, why did Patrick leave Joseph alone? Um... like me, I'm not bad."
The blonde covered her lips and chuckled: "You are not suitable."
"Hey, don't you think I'm inferior to Joseph? I'm a senior investigator."
"Oh? So you are sarcastic. Old Joseph is just an ordinary investigator. How about you?"
"I didn't say that!"
The two of them joked and walked back. After getting in the car, Lina turned the investigation report to the last dozen pages. She looked down at the lines clearly printed on the white paper, showing a gentle smile.
『Four, safety advice
In response to the analysis of this accident, safety recommendations were put forward from both personnel and organization aspects.
...
Regarding the cultivation of pilots’ personal psychological quality, most of the major airlines at the moment have been neglected, or have not received the correct response. The pilot’s mental illness is not only reflected in the communication with the psychologist and monthly psychological assessment, but also in the aspects of interpersonal communication and proper cockpit discipline..."
The cold text does not have any special and emotional words, but she knows that the person who wrote it has exhausted his heart.
Lina carefully read the safety advice part of the investigation report for the fourth time, and when the car arrived at the investigation headquarters, she finally finished reading it.
In the investigative headquarters, NTSB investigators are packing up equipment and data. Naturally, the instrument must be transported back to the NTSB branch for storage, and the data must be handed over to the NTSB headquarters in Washington, where there is a large database for every air crash that the NTSB has investigated for more than 60 years. material.
Lina went upstairs and stopped before stepping out of the stairs.
"What are you doing?" She walked over.
I saw NTSB investigators hurriedly moving various machines in the spacious investigation headquarters office. Several people from UAAG seemed out of place at this moment. They were sitting on the sofa in the lobby, Zhuo Huan was sitting on the sofa facing east, and Fucheng and Su Fei sat opposite him together.
There are a few playing cards on the coffee table between the three.
Su Fei gritted his teeth and was about to throw another playing card as a bargaining chip. Zhuo Huan suddenly sneered and said, "You are about to lose again."
Su Fei raised his head: "Oh?"
Zhuo Huan didn't return him, but looked at Fucheng sitting beside Su Fei: "I went to Harvard half a year ago and played with this person 46 blackjack times and won 37 times. I heard that some people won IMO gold medals. , And was nominated for the Turing Award. Wow, do you know who this person is?"
Su Fei: "..."
Fucheng held the card and smiled slightly: "If you don't always push him so aggressively, I don't think he will lose so much."
Zhuo Huan was noncommittal, a sloppy smile appeared on his mouth, and he drew a chip card and threw it out.
Fucheng folds the card directly and no longer participates in the game between these two people. However, Su Fei was fierce, staring at Zhuo Huan fiercely, thinking about skinning Uncle Zhuo. If he couldn't beat Zhuo Huan, Fucheng wouldn't doubt that he might have done it.
In the entire UAAG investigation team, Su Feineng and Zhuo Huan played this probability game. Both of them can count cards, and if they go to Las Vegas, they will definitely be barred from entering by major casinos. It stands to reason that Su Fei shouldn't have lost so badly, but his psychological quality is not very good, and he can always be irritated by Zhuo Huan in a few words, or directly express his emotions with his facial expressions.
Fucheng went to the pantry and poured himself a cup of coffee. Lina happened to be there.
Lina smiled at him: "Why do you want to play blackjack with them?"
Fucheng: "Su Fei wants to pull me up and be a helper. Although I think it's useless."
Lina thought for a while: "At least at some point I think you are far better than Reid."
Fucheng looked at her in surprise.
"You can beat him."
Fucheng: "..."
"Although this joke is not very funny, thank you, I think so too."
Lina: "It's not that I haven't played anyway, hasn't it?"
Fucheng was stunned: "You know?"
Lina actually knew that when he went to the Arctic Circle for a test flight, he almost interrupted Uncle Zhuo's hand with a stick?
"Of course, I am Lina, there is nothing I don't know, unless I don't want to know."
After two days, the NTSB finally packaged all the materials and instruments and sent them to the investigation headquarters in Washington. The five UAAG people did not leave either, but continued to live in the luxury hotel provided by the other party, and waited until the last day to attend the summary reception of the NTSB report.
This is a unique feature of NTSB.
Approximately the budget is too much. Every year the US Congress allocates a large sum of funds to the FAA, and the FAA allocates a large sum to the NTSB. Therefore, the NTSB will hold a concluding reception every time after investigating an air crash.
Joseph Sr. often attends NTSB receptions. Lina, the daughter of the second largest shareholder of McFly, has also attended several times. Zhuo Huan had never participated. Every time the NTSB sent him an invitation letter, he didn't even read it and threw it into the trash can.
In addition, Su Fei is most interested in this.
Early in the morning, he enthusiastically tried on the dress and wiped his hair with a hair mask, hoping to have an affair at the banquet. However, in the evening, looking at the men in neat suits at the reception, Su Fei suddenly lost his appetite and felt completely disinterested.
There are women, but most of them are family members! Those who are not family members, who didn't even look at Su Fei at all, were also not interested in him as a kid.
Uncle Zhuo didn't have any interest in this kind of reception. Once he entered the stadium, he didn't know where to go.
Fucheng ate something and took a glass of champagne, but didn't take a few sips.
Old Joseph walked to his side: "Is this called wine?"
Fucheng turned his head to look at him.
Su Fei didn't know when he came over too: "Life is so long, I'm just wasting my time here?!"
Lina: "You can go anytime."
The three of them looked at her together.
Lina raised the phone and shook it: "Reid has already asked me to contact the car, so shall we go together?"
NTSB's summary reception is not just an ordinary reception, it is more like a social occasion for workplace discussions. This is not suitable for UAAG.
Lina arranged an extended Rolls-Royce this time. As soon as he got in the car, she saw Zhuo Huan sitting in the car and closed her eyes to rest.
The four squeezed up together.
Fucheng was the last one to join, and Lina only gave him one place, next to Zhuo Huan.
Fucheng paused for a while and sat down.
The leather sofa seat sank slightly, Zhuo Huan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then closed his eyes. He coughed slightly, and Fucheng asked: "Mr. Zhuo, have you caught a cold?"
Zhuo Huan let out a dull hum from his nose: "Yeah."
Old Joseph: "Reid seems to have had a cold for several days, right? I heard you hum before."
Fucheng was a little surprised: He didn't notice it?
Old Joseph squeezed his eyes: "I guess it was on the roof that time, the wind was frozen."
Fucheng was stunned, recalling that night before his eyes.
That said, wearing only a shirt, bravely standing on the roof of the Boston seaside to blow the air, it was Boston in February. This is no longer a big heart, this is simply waiting to get sick.
Without making a sound, with his hands in his pockets, Fucheng listened to the old Joseph and Su Fei chatting happily in the car.
The fingers in the pocket moved lightly, as if touching the man's cold body temperature again.
After thinking about it, Fucheng tilted his head slightly and said softly: "I should have taken off my coat for you."
Zhuo Huan opened his eyes and looked at him.
Fucheng: "My body is better than you. I shouldn't catch a cold if I blow a wind."
Zhuo Huan: "..."
Depend on.
"You can." Throwing a word of gritted teeth, Zhuo Huan stood up and walked to Su Fei's side: "Go over and change positions with you."
Su Fei: "What? What are you doing?"
"Change or not."
Su Fei was confused and changed positions with Zhuo Huan. He doesn't care where he sits, anyway, even if it's an extended luxury car, it's still that big in total, and it's convenient to sit and chat anywhere.
After sitting down, Su Fei whispered to Fucheng, "What did you do to make RIP angry?"
Fucheng gave a gentle and harmless smile: "Just tell the truth." The voice is not high or low, just so that everyone in the car can hear it.
Turning his head and closing his eyes to rest, Zhuo Huan heard this: "..."
The next moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Fucheng blankly.
Fucheng seemed very surprised. Looking at him seriously, Junxiu's beautiful face was at a loss and puzzled: "Teacher Zhuo, what's the matter?"
Zhuo Huan laughed angrily.
He stood up again and walked to Su Fei's side: "Change back."
Su Fei: "..."
"You're sick! I'll just listen to you when you switch around? Do you know this is driving? You can't walk around while driving, don't you understand!"
Zhuo Huan: "Take you to the bar to play."
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan lowered his head and said to Lina: "Go to the bar, it's still early today, not back to the hotel."
Lina glanced at Zhuo Huan and Fucheng, then smiled and said, "Okay."
Su Fei stood up quickly and sat back in his seat excitedly. Zhuo Huan snorted softly, put his hands in his pockets, first glanced at Fucheng with his eyes low, then turned sideways and sat down unceremoniously. The long legs diverged to the sides, and he almost squeezed Fucheng's legs to one side, and it was obviously intentional.
Fucheng hadn't seen such a naive person for a long time. He was about to speak when a head suddenly leaned against his neck.
The soft and long hair fumbled through the bare neck, Fucheng's body froze, but he couldn't speak when the words reached his lips.
It happened to pass through a tunnel, and the light suddenly dimmed.
In the enclosed tunnel, the hum of traffic echoed on the walls on both sides, becoming more noisy, suppressing all sounds. The voice of Su Fei and Old Joseph chatting couldn't help raising a few points so that he could hear clearly. But there was no sound in the world of Fucheng.
Today he wore a thick white down jacket, so the inner layer was a little thinner, just a woolen sweater.
The open neckline exposes the beautiful collarbone of the young man, and the place where the man leans on his side is a slightly raised bone. It's not soft and good, but it's suffocatingly sexy. He stiffened and didn't dare to move, trying to avoid the man and stay away from him, so the slender neckline was immediately stretched, and the flashing tunnel light shone down, giving a layer of radiance.
Zhuo Huan looked for a while, suddenly raised his head and lowered his voice, and said in the young man's ear: "Fucheng, I'm sick."
Slowly, his ear drums flicked over, Fucheng's lips moved, and he couldn't help but look down at him.
The moment his eyes met, Zhuo Huan curled his lips.
"So, don't seduce me..."
The latter two words were silent, but the man looked at Fucheng and deliberately used his mouth to trace the shape of those two words slowly and ambiguously. After speaking, Zhuo Huan laughed himself first. He didn't speak any more, but leaned on the shoulder of the young man, looked at the thin clavicle that was close at hand, closed his eyes and continued to rest.
The pain was more unbearable than sex. He couldn't help but coughed, and a warm breath exhaled on the young man's bare collarbone.
For a long time, Fucheng raised his head and looked at the top of the starry sky that featured Rolls Royce.
The stars in the sky are like diamonds, shining brightly on the ceiling of the car.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Knowing it shouldn't, knowing that there is no reason why this happened, but the heart still beating in the chest. He didn't push the man away, or even subconsciously refuted that sentence. Instead, it was more hot blood in his veins, and a soul that had suddenly been sober for more than two decades.
When he arrived at the destination, Fucheng sat in the outermost position, and he was the first to get out of the car with a calm expression.
After entering the bar, Zhuo Huan seemed to be really tired from illness. He took off his coat and covered his face, lying down to rest. Lina asked if he wanted to send him back to the hotel first, but he refused: "I will sleep for a while, you guys play first."
Fucheng left a sentence: "I'm going to the toilet."
Crossing the corridor, ignoring the toilet sign to the left without squinting, Fucheng strode to the right. In the darkest corner at the end of the bar corridor, the long and thin figure was completely hidden, Fucheng took out the cigarette from his pocket, slapped it, and lit it alight.
After taking a few mouthfuls quietly, he turned on the phone and opened the album.
In this era, the most easy to lose is data, and the least easy to lose is also data. He flipped through it for a long time and finally found a photo taken with a beautiful girl seven or eight years ago. He almost forgot everything about this girl, even if it was a group photo, he just didn't bother to organize the phone album, so he never deleted it.
There are not many photos, just two, but Fucheng looked at it over and over again.
A cigarette was quickly consumed, and Fucheng turned off his cell phone. He strode back to the bar booth and saw that Zhuo Huan had already sat up at some point, ordered a glass of wine while looking at the phone while drinking.
Fucheng sat next to him and dropped two decks of playing cards.
"Mr. Zhuo, come to play blackjack?"
Zhuo Huan paused and looked up at him. In the old days, the young man's eyes were always clean and clear, with a trace of simple perseverance and strength, like a rock that has been beaten by wind and rain on the edge of a cliff, fragile and hardworking. But now, perhaps the music in the bar is too tactful, and the light beams are ambiguous and charming, these eyes are soaked in strong colors, and Zhuo Huan can't help but look at it for a long time.
Su Fei: "Fuck, Fucheng, are you actively looking for abuse?"
Zhuo Huan recovered.
"OK."
Fucheng gave Su Fei the cards and asked him to deal with the cards.
In the noisy bar, Fucheng and Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa and started playing blackjack.
Using the candy brought in from the bar counter as a bargaining chip, Uncle Zhuo calmly took the cards while drinking, glanced at the countertop, and started counting the cards. After Fucheng took the card, he didn't move much. However, when the key card was dealt, Zhuo Huan started counting the cards again, he suddenly said: "Zuo Huan."
"Huh?" Zhuo Huan raised his head.
Fucheng used his mouth to trace out three words.
Zhuo Huan froze abruptly. When he recovered and looked at the cards on the table, he could actually continue to count, but at this time it would be meaningless. After a few more rounds, Zhuo Huan smiled and cursed: "Fuck." Then he took a meaningful look at Fucheng and threw the card on the table.
Su Fei: "I rub, you won, Brother Fu?!"
Fucheng showed his cards and said with a smile: "Concession."
After drinking for an hour, Lina arranged for a car and the five people returned to the hotel together. As if agreed upon, Fucheng was the first one to get in this time, and Zhuo Huan got into the car second and sat beside him confidently.
After the car drove, no one seemed to pay attention anymore. Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand to catch Fucheng, but Fucheng calmly avoided him.
Zhuo Huan was stunned, looked at him for a while, raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean."
Fucheng asked back: "Teacher Zhuo, what do you mean."
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily and slowly smiled: "You said those three words."
Two hours ago, in this car, Zhuo Huan looked at him and said with a smile
"Don't seduce me
Fuck you. 』
Fucheng was surprised: "Which three words did I say?"
Zhuo Huan didn't speak, but his eyes were obvious: What did you say, you don't know it in your heart?
Fucheng: "I said, I'm sorry. Because I guess I won the game."
Zhuo Huan's dark eyes stared at him, for a long time, he laughed, stood up and ran to Su Fei again, before speaking, Su Fei directly: "RIP, you want to change seats, can you stop staring at him? Leave me alone? You can find Lina or old Joseph!"
Zhuo Huan's face was so stinky, he snorted coldly.
Su Fei: "..."
Okay, he has a lot.
After the two changed positions, Zhuo Huan did not ask to change back this time.
When he returned to the hotel, Uncle Zhuo didn't care who was sitting near the car door, strode directly, and got out of the car first.
Su Fei looked at Fucheng: "Why did you mess with him?"
Fucheng did not answer. He looked at Zhuo Huan's back for a long time.
When waiting for the elevator, the ghost messed up, Fucheng took out his mobile phone, flipped the album to the top, and deleted two photos blankly.
The next day, everyone from UAAG came to Logan Airport, preparing to return to China.
Su Fei took a peek at Zhuo Huan: "I think RIP still seems very upset."
Lina glanced at Fucheng first, and then smiled: "Reid is always like this. There are so many things that make him unhappy, so there is no need to worry too much."
Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and threw his luggage directly to the VIP service staff at the airport, walking in front of him by himself. Halfway through, his phone rang. After connecting, he sneered and said, "Congratulations, I will board the plane forty minutes later. Congratulations again. Now I am in a bad mood. Don't call me if I'm fine. No time."
Lowens on the other end of the phone was stunned, and it took a while before he could react. He quickly said: "Patrick, you haven't boarded the plane? Just right, cancel the flight and come back! The black box is found, yes, you heard that right, the American Airlines 4012 black box is very likely to be found!"
The footsteps brushed to a halt.
Zhuo Huan stopped, and everyone behind him also stopped.
Zhuo Huan hung up the phone, glanced at his family members, and finally stopped on Fucheng. He strode forward, stopped by Fucheng, lowered his head and said softly: "I'll settle the bill with you later." Then he looked at everyone, "Cancel the flight, Lovins' call, the black box is found."
The author has something to say:
Fu Chengcheng: I think I should be a straight man... right.
Zhuo Anxi: Humph! Coax me now, you still have time!