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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Forty-Eight"

weight="139675"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The UAE is a small Middle Eastern country located by the Persian Gulf. Because it is rich in oil, it is very rich. In addition to the oil industry, which is the backbone of the economy, the UAE is most famous for its famous tourist and shopping paradise-Dubai.

Someone once said this: Almost all planes flying between the UAE and other countries in the world fly to Dubai every day.

Dubai has more than 75% of the number of hotels in the UAE.

Maiha brought everyone to the GCAA (General Civil Aviation Authority of the United Arab Emirates) database.

The middle-aged man wearing a white hat has a somewhat proud meaning in his tone: "Over the years, there have been very few aviation accidents in the UAE. Among them, there are only those major air crashes that caused casualties. Emirates Airlines The 411 air crash is a heart-wrenching tragedy in our country’s aviation history, so the data recorded about it is the most."

Everyone at UAAG flipped through several information boxes.

Zhuo Huan: "Bring them all to the new investigation headquarters."

Maiha was taken aback: "All?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "All."

Maiha: "Actually, I have to remind you, Mr. Patrick, there are about ninety-six data boxes here, all of which are about the Emirates Airline 411 crash."

Zhuo Huan: "So I said, all."

Maiha: "..."

GCAA is building a new investigation headquarters. Although Maiha feels that the workload is too large, many materials that do not need to be read can be completely ignored. For example, the list of all passengers on the plane has proved that this is definitely not a terrorist incident. But Zhuo Huan gave the order, and he could only arrange for a few young investigators to move the items in the database to the new investigation headquarters.

It was late today, and after getting familiar with the terrain, everyone went back to the hotel to rest.

Passing through the beach avenue planted with palm trees, and then through the slightly curved sea plank road, you came to the pearl of the Persian Gulf on the sea, Dubai Burj Al Arab Hotel.

Sitting on the 360° sightseeing elevator, Su Fei also beamed his eyes with excitement, and took out his mobile phone to take a selfie twice.

"I want to post it to Moments."

Old Joseph: "Look at what you are." After speaking, he also snapped the picture twice.

Su Fei: "Didn't you take it too!"

Old Joseph: "I took a photo and sent it to my dear daughter and grandson. Can you do the same. Of course, you can also post it on my Facebook by the way."

Su Fei: "..."

Lina smiled and said, "Because the price is too high, this time I booked not the top-notch Royal Suite. If there is no problem, I will be waiting for you downstairs in the hotel at ten o'clock tomorrow morning?"

"good."

Fucheng raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.

I saw him leaning on the railing of the elevator, tilting his head back, looking at the colorful ceiling with Arabic characteristics. The elevator opened with a jingle, and Su Fei and Old Joseph went down first. After reaching the 28th floor, Lina also went downstairs. She stood at the elevator door and waved: "See you tomorrow, Reid, Vol."

The elevator door slowly closed in front of you, and the tall and tall man was reflected on the mirror-like metal door.

At some point, Zhuo Huan was no longer looking at the ceiling, but turned his head sideways, looking at him quietly with clear eyes.

The eyes of the two met in the reflection of the metal door, and Fucheng calmly averted his eyes.

"Guess why we two live on the same floor."

Fucheng raised his eyes and looked at each other.

The reflection of the metal door is not really as clear as the mirror. But through the dangling shadow, Fucheng saw the man looking at him with a smile, his eyes were so clear, but he was full of extremely disharmonious and unreasonable ambiguity and temptation.

After a while, Fucheng: "This is randomly arranged by the hotel."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, but the person who distributes the room card is Lina."

Fucheng: "Lina is also random."

"Heh," Zhuo Huan said with a chuckle, "Trust me, in Stephanie·Comte's world, there have never been these two words random."

The elevator dinged, Zhuo Huan put his hands behind his head and strode out of the elevator, leaving Fucheng alone. As he walked forward, his back suddenly coincided with Helsinki's moonlit night. Confident and assertive, without any words or hints, he knew that the people behind him would definitely follow him and follow him forward.

It can only be so, and it can only be so.

But this time, suddenly, Zhuo Huan turned around. He frowned slightly: "Are you a fool."

"..."

Fucheng was silent, and stepped out of the elevator.

Although the two are on the same floor, they are not adjacent suites. Zhuo Huan's room was at the end of the corridor. When Fucheng stopped in front of the door to open the door, he passed behind the young man. The air raised a faint verbena fragrance, and there was a momentary sway in Fucheng. He seemed to have smelled this smell somewhere.

...... His shampoo seems to smell like this?

Fucheng turned his head to look at the man, his lips opened, but he could not speak.

Zhuo Huan had reached the end of the corridor, swiped his card, and entered the door.

Fucheng retracted his gaze and opened the door to enter the house.

At 9:30 the next morning, after having breakfast, at ten o'clock, everyone gathered downstairs on time.

When they arrived at the GCAA headquarters, Maiha was waiting for them at the door again. This time, he changed into a black suit and did not wear the white robe of yesterday. "Since I want to work with you, I want to respect you, so I will put on the suit you like. It should look pleasing to the eye."

Lina smiled and said: "You are very careful, of course, if you want to wear a white robe, we won't have any opinions, that's pretty good too."

Maiha: "It's okay, then please come here. The investigation headquarters is doing the final data sorting, and it is estimated that it will be finished in an hour and put into use. In addition, the survivor also came to the GCAA headquarters. May I ask Mr. Patrick to visit her with me?"

Zhuo Huan: "I, and him, go together."

He raised his chin slightly and pointed at Fucheng.

Maiha: "Okay, then the three of us will go together. The survivor is a Yemeni who doesn't speak English but only Arabic. I can translate for you."

Lina smiled charmingly: "I think, Maiha, maybe you can go to the survey headquarters with Su Fei and the old Joseph, and I will replace you and do the translation work. She is a woman, a woman and a female. She will speak better, and she should be more relaxed."

Maiha thought for a while: "I think you are right, then Miss Lina, please do me a favor."

Su Fei and Joseph Sr. followed Mehar to the newly established investigation headquarters. Under the guidance of a young investigator, Zhuo Huan, Fucheng, and Lina came to the meeting room they had visited yesterday. The investigator stopped behind the door and said in accented English: "She is inside."

Lina nodded: "Thank you, we have got her information, let us go in next."

With a creak, the doorknob was pressed, and Lina opened the door and saw the middle-aged woman sitting behind the conference table.

It was a woman who was exhausted from vicissitudes of life. Her long hair was messy and dirty, and she casually tied it with a leather cord. The skin is black and yellow from the inside out. The lips are dry and skinny, but the eyelashes are unexpectedly thick and long. And under these eyelashes are a pair of big and deep eyes. It's a pity that these eyes are cloudy and dull, and they don't make people feel beautiful at first glance, but they have a sense of indifference and dullness.

Hearing the sound, she slowly raised her head and glanced at them. When she saw three people, she didn't show any surprise. Even if one of these three people is white and the other two are yellow, they are completely different from all the Arab-looking investigators in the GCAA headquarters.

It seems to be a corpse soaked in a glass bottle and put in formalin for many years.

Her eyes were numb and hollow, and her head turned slightly as the UAAG three walked into the room, opened the chair and sat down. However, this movement is also rigid and rigid like a clockwork. There is not a trace of anger, but he looks like an old man in his late forties.

The strangeness of this survivor was watched by the three of them.

Uncle Zhuo is never good at interacting with people. He sits on the far left, Fucheng sits in the middle, and Lina sits on the right. Obviously, the main candidate for interviewing the survivors this time is Fucheng.

Fucheng lowered his voice and said to Lina: "Communicate with her a little bit first, her mood seems very low."

Lina nodded and looked at the woman. She has a soft voice: "Hello, my name is Lina, and these two colleagues are my colleagues, Reid and Evan. We were specially invited to investigate the aircraft accident. I heard Maiha say that you should know Maiha, It was the investigator who had communicated with you several times the other day. He told me that your name is Amila."

The woman looked at Lina blankly: "Yamila Beatty."

Lina and Fucheng glanced at each other. She turned her head and smiled softly: "Then can I call you Betty? I have a good friend by this name, so I will think of her."

"Um."

"Are you a Yemeni?"

"Um."

"I heard from Maiha, you have lived in Dubai for 24 years. This is my first time in this city. Can you recommend anything."

Betty stared straight at Lina, seeing that the hairs on her back stood up.

Betty: "Just ask, about 23 years ago."

Lina looked at Fucheng and whispered: "She asked me to talk directly about 23 years ago."

Fucheng was taken aback: "Okay, let's start the subject directly."

Under Lina's almost simultaneous translation, Fucheng and Betty communicated very smoothly.

Fucheng: "According to data, 23 years ago, you were in the middle economy class with the seat number 65J. Do you still have an impression?"

"Well, remember, I'm by the window."

"So what were you doing when the plane took off?"

"The first time I took a plane, I looked out."

"What do you see?"

"It was daytime," Betty said blankly. "I looked out the window. The wing was in front of me, and I could see the wing and the ground. When the plane took off, the ground became smaller. Then suddenly, A small fragment on the surface of the plane's wing flew up and flew into the sky. Not long after, there was a bang, and there was a fire under the wing. I saw a fire."

After Lina's translation, Fucheng sank and looked at the woman in front of him seriously: "Are you sure, you saw a small fragment flying from the flap of the plane?"

Betty asked Fucheng numbly: "Flaps?"

Fucheng took a piece of paper in his hand, folded it in half on both sides, and used it as the wing of the plane. He pointed his finger at the tail edge of the paper: "Flaps."

Betty: "Oh, it's flying."

Fucheng: "Recall how big the piece is. Is it as big as this piece of paper."

Betty looked at the paper in Fucheng's hand, looked at it for a long time, and withdrew her gaze. She raised her hand and stretched out a finger: "It's about the size of my fingernail."

Fucheng frowned.

Obviously he knew that what the woman said must be wrong.

Emirates Flight 411 uses a Boeing 777 aircraft. This plane is a well-deserved giant in the sky, with a row of ten people in a 3-4-3 layout. The 65J seat where the woman sits is about ten meters away from the wing. Looking at the wing through the small window, because the reference object is different, the reference object after take-off is the vast sky. If it were a fragment the size of a fingernail, she would never see it, and would only be instantly swallowed by the boundless sky.

This is a typical visual error. She couldn't judge the size of the fragment.

"Do real machine experiments."

Fucheng turned his head and saw Zhuo Huan holding his arms and leaning on the back of the chair. Perceiving Fucheng's sight, he raised his eyes and said to him: "Look directly to Emirates, arrange for her to board the plane, and look again."

Lina found Maiha and asked him UAAG's request euphemistically.

Maiha agreed: "Do you need to take off?"

Fucheng: "No, just board the plane directly. Then we will arrange a maintenance car. We will stand on the rocker arm of the maintenance car for field experiments."

Maiha smiled and said, "Haha, that's easier. Of course, even if you need to take off a plane, it doesn't matter. This is an air crash of Emirates Airline, and we can cooperate."

Fucheng raised an eyebrow.

He suddenly realized that the wealth of this group of people may be far beyond his imagination.

Since it was just a static experiment, everyone soon arrived at Dubai International Airport by car. There, Arab Airlines parked two Boeing 777s in the maintenance warehouse.

After hearing Zhuo Huan's request, Emirates sent a staff member to cooperate with their work.

"I don’t really need to take off, just drive to an open place? We plan to repair the two Boeing 777s and continue to use them, and we have already signed the contract. After repairs, we will sell them to flydubai. So the second one cannot Use it whatever you want, but the first one can be used whatever you want, and we can arrange for the oil to be installed at any time and take off experiments."

Lina translated the words of the employee of Arab Airlines to everyone.

Su Fei's eyes widened: "This horse riding, fuel is not costly? Takeoff is not costly? How do you feel that it is easier for them to fly an airplane than if I go out to eat a meal?"

Fucheng: "Perhaps in the eyes of Ahang, the cost of flying an airplane is no different from the cost of going out for a meal in your eyes."

Su Fei: "..."

These local tyrants in the UAE are not people!

Of course, this time is just a simple experiment. You only need to drive the plane to a place with a wide view and let the sky be your reference. You don't need to actually drive the plane.

Lina took Betty and Su Fei and boarded the plane. On the other side, Fucheng and Zhuohuan stood on the rocker arm of the maintenance vehicle. After they stood firmly, the pilot activated the rocker arm and sent them to the right wing of the plane. At this time, Fucheng looked towards the direction of the plane's cabin, and saw Su Fei standing at the small window of seat 65J, waving his hand vigorously.

Through the intercom, Lina's voice sounded: "It's almost this location. She said it should be in this place. She saw debris flying out."

The rocker stopped suddenly, and Zhuo Huan didn't hold on to the railing because he had his hands in his pockets. Due to inertia, his body fell backwards quickly, and he immediately took his hand out of his pocket. Before touching the railing, one hand firmly took his arm and pulled him back.

Looking up, the young man's surprised and concerned eyes.

"Teacher Zhuo, are you okay?"

Zhuo Huan gave him a fixed look, then curled his lips: "Yes."

Determine the location, and then start the experiment.

Fucheng prepared a lot of black iron pieces of various sizes, which he would place on the wing one by one for Betty to confirm. However, he just picked up an A4 paper-sized iron sheet and was about to put it on. Suddenly, a warm body leaned against his back.

The body froze suddenly.

He didn't lean fully up, just leaned forward slightly, leaned on his side, and stood leaning against him.

Fucheng was silent for a moment: "Teacher Zhuo, what are you doing with me."

Zhuo Huan's voice was faint: "I'm afraid of falling down again."

Fucheng: "The rocker arm is not moving now, it's fixed."

"What if it moves."

"..."

Fucheng: "Hold on to the railing."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, no help, dirty."

Su Fei's face appeared in front of the window, and he looked at the two people ten meters away. From his point of view, they couldn't see the appearance of the two close together. Similarly, because of the height, the old Joseph and the Emirates staff standing on the ground could not see what they were doing.

Su Fei picked up the walkie-talkie: "Hey, Brother Fu, why haven't you started yet."

Without paying attention to the man leaning on him, Fucheng blankly put the A4 black paper on the wing.

In the cabin of the plane, the tired-eyed survivor leaned against the window, looking at the wing flying in the blue sky by the window as it was 23 years ago.

The next moment, Lina's voice sounded from the intercom: "She said it didn't look like it."

After about seven experiments, found the fingernail-sized fragment in Betty's mouth.

The rocker of the maintenance car buzzed, and Fucheng and Zhuo Huan returned to the ground together.

Old Joseph took the A5 size iron piece: "Have you ever seen such a big fingernail?"

Lina: "If the blue whale had a fingernail, maybe it could be so big?" When the voice fell, Lina turned her head, her eyes stopped for a moment on Fucheng and Zhuo Huan. She curled up red lips: "Well, let's go back to the investigation headquarters."

Sudden eyewitnesses brought a new turning point in the 411 air crash of Emirates Airline that has been closed. But the clues that the eyewitness could provide were very few. What she said from beginning to end was that she saw such a "small" fragment that flew off the wing before the engine exploded, seeking freedom.

Fucheng asked a few more questions carefully, and Betty was very cooperative. Just ask, she will be able to answer. It's just that a lot of things have been here for 23 years, and she can't remember them anymore. The only memory is still fresh, as if carved on the brain, is the "small" fragment.

After the questioning was over, Maiha sent Betty out of the GCAA headquarters. Fucheng watched her back and disappeared between the high-rise buildings.

Lina: "It is said that in half a month, she will be sent back to Yemen."

Fucheng turned his head to look at her.

Lina said casually: "Yemen, one of the poorest countries in the world. Maiha told me that 24 years ago, she was taken care of by a Dubai businessman and came here to be his mistress. It's just a pity, five. Years later, the wealthy businessman abandoned her. She refused to leave here and return to Yemen, so she became a prostitute. After a few years without youth, she would work as a dishwasher and cleaner, barely paying for the documents and fees for smuggling snakeheads. Rent. The snakehead was arrested last month and confessed her and many stowaways. She should have been sent back to Yemen last month. Then she said about it and was released on bail by the GCAA. I can stay in Dubai for another month."

Old Joseph sighed, "Would you rather be a prostitute than go home? No matter how bad it is, there is a family."

Su Fei is more concerned about: "I knew she must be very beautiful when she was young! I think her eyes are very good."

After a while, Fucheng: "Being beautiful born in poverty is not necessarily a good thing."

The crowd returned to the investigation headquarters.

All the materials have been sorted out. Ninety-six data boxes are all placed on metal bookshelves, waiting to be read.

Zhuo Huan: "Everyone, read all these materials."

Everyone at UAAG: "..."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes: "Including the investigator sent by GCAA to re-investigate the accident."

Maiha and others: "..."

Maiha stood up, originally wanted to plead for his colleagues, for example, don't read those unnecessary materials. However, Zhuo Huan looked at him first and said, "When will the NTSB people arrive?"

Maiha's expression froze suddenly.

Seeing his reaction, Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow.

Maiha said embarrassingly, "Well, Mr. Patrick, I haven't told you about this. The NTSB...actually, we didn't tell them that there were new witnesses."

Everyone in UAAG was stunned.

Zhuo Huan: "This is a Boeing plane, and the NTSB is qualified to intervene, and there are 66 Americans on board, including 4 victims."

Maiha: "This matter is more complicated. First of all, it is related to smuggling. There was a problem with the investigation of the Immigration Administration and the Civil Aviation Administration. This..." He hesitated for a long time, "This is a scandal. A smuggler. I ran under our noses without being noticed. Once the report goes out, it will definitely affect the image of the government." It will also affect the person in charge at the time.

Zhuo Huan sneered: "Just because of this stupidity?"

Maiha was stunned. He thought for a while, and then slowed down his voice: "This is also protecting the survivor. Once known to the public, she had clearly seen clues to the accident 23 years ago, and she would not provide any clues. Condemned. The families of the victims may also embarrass her."

Zhuo Huan closed his smile and stared at Maiha silently.

Maiha wiped the sweat from his forehead, and whispered: "And...maybe after the investigation, it was discovered that the appearance of this witness did not affect the results of the investigation that year? Maybe, the same ending?"

The corner of Zhuo Huan’s mouth smiled sarcastically, and he mocked: “The cause of the accident issued by the NTSB and GCAA in the 411 air crash in 1998 was that a fan blade of the engine's low-pressure fan had a very low probability of accidental quality problems. It breaks, gets caught in the engine, and causes the engine to explode..."

"You told me that before the engine exploded, someone saw a piece of debris the size of your face flying out above the wing. Could this have nothing to do with the accident?!"

"How did you get into the GCAA, shit, idiot."

Maiha was blushing and trembling when he said. After Zhuo Huan finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left, the door slammed on the door frame, making a loud bang.

Fucheng's eyes sank, and he followed up with a step.

Lina said immediately: "Sorry, Maiha, Reid didn't mean it. He is so unkind. In fact, I can't understand why you didn't make this public or even tell the NTSB that was investigating that year. The NTSB investigation. With rich experience, there must be a lot of information about the accident in their database, even if you don’t have it."

Maiha felt that his face was extremely hot. He had lived for almost forty years and hadn't been scolded like this for a long time. He whispered: "I don't blame Mr. Patrick, it's just that this incident is really complicated, there were smuggling, and I also wanted to protect witnesses..."

Lina smiled softly and said, "Is it really because you want to protect the witnesses?"

Maiha was stunned. He slowly raised his head and looked at Lina, his mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word.

On the other side, Fucheng chased after Zhuo Huan grabbed the door, but Zhuo Huan walked too fast. When he came to the corridor, he only saw the back of the opponent striding away.

Fucheng searched for a while before he found him on the balcony on the second floor of the GCAA headquarters.

Leaning against the marble railing, there is an endless blue ocean in the distance. In the surging waves, snow-white seagulls burst out of the waves.

Zhuo Huan was smoking a cigarette while indifferently looking at the sea and seabirds in the distance.

Fucheng looked at him for a while and walked over.

"Teacher Zhuo, Maiha is just an investigator. He does not disclose clues and does not contact NTSB. It is not for him to decide. You are angry with him, what's the point."

Zhuo Huan didn't look at him, and gently exhaled a mouthful of white smoke.

Fucheng was silent: "You haven't smoked for a long time."

Zhuo Huan finally spoke, and he sneered: "I haven't been with you for 24 hours, you haven't seen it."

Fucheng: "Smoking is bad for your health."

As if he had heard something funny, Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at him: "You are telling me that smoking is not good? You don't smoke? You look like a good student and gentleman. In private, what is it like, yourself? do not know?"

Fucheng looked at him blankly: "When you encounter something you don't like, you get angry. Are you thirty this year, Zhuo Huan."

"none of your business."

"Then what's the use of you being angry at me."

"Then you fucking see me angry, you all caught up, and you didn't rush up to kiss me and make me turn off the flames. Do you understand it, oh..."

Hot lips quickly sealed the next words, Fucheng raised his head, closed his eyes, and decisively used actions to stop letting this person speak. However, where Zhuo Huan could not see, his fingers were trembling lightly, not at all as unfaithful as on the surface.

Zhuo Huan was astonished for a moment. The next moment, he clasped the back of the young man's head, pressed him against the marble railing, and kissed him fiercely. The tip of the tongue licked and sucked, the saliva pulled out the ambiguous silver thread between the lips, the clear and clean breath belonging to the youth, mixed in the moist and fishy sea breeze, passed into Zhuo Huan's nose.

For a long time, his lips parted, Fucheng gasped lightly. There was not much expression on his face. The clouds were light and breezy. Except for his flushed face and slightly swollen lips due to lack of oxygen, nothing could tell that he was violent with others. Kissing.

Zhuo Huan breathed calmly, his eyes calmed, and he looked at the calm youth in front of him.

He smiled suddenly, put his hands on Fucheng's face, lowered his head slightly, and forced his eyes to meet each other.

Then, word by word squeezed out from between the teeth.

"You're so fucking looking fucking."