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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Forty Nine"

weight="139686"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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With a "pop", a hot pain came from the back of his hand.

Zhuo Huan took his hand, but was not angry because of being beaten.

After opening the man's hand, the black-haired young man glanced at him with calm eyes. On her face, she was indifferent and not fluctuating.

Fucheng's back was pressed against the marble railing of the balcony, and his chest was tightly pressed by this person again, and he was locked in this small space. Too close distance makes the breath on both sides almost inevitably entangled.

"Fucheng."

The low-pitched male voice spoke his name in a very ambiguous tone.

Fucheng raised his head.

Zhuo Huan: "For you." He took out a thin card from his pocket and stared at the young man in front of him without moving his eyes. While holding the card in one hand, he placed it along the trouser legs and gently put it in. In Fucheng's trouser pocket.

There was a moment of silence, Fucheng: "What is it."

Zhuo Huan said "Oh": "Room card."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan got up, he smiled lightly, with his hands in his pockets, he turned around happily and walked towards the balcony door.

Behind him, the black-haired young man moved his lips and pressed his lips tightly, but in the end he couldn't say a word.

Fucheng followed.

By the time the two returned to the investigation headquarters, the elder Joseph and others had already begun to look at the investigation data of the 411 air crash of Arab Airlines. Seeing them come back, Lina raised her head, a little surprised: "Reid, you look good."

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Is there."

Lina smiled and said, "Yes."

Su Feizai carefully observed for a long time: "Where is it, why can't I see that RIP is in a good mood, isn't it still the face of "the biggest man in the world"."

Old Joseph saw Fucheng enter the house, he raised his hand and waved vigorously: "Fu, you are back. I want to ask you something, you interview the witness, oh yes, she seems to be Betty? You guys? What exactly did she say when interviewing that Betty, and how did she react at the time?"

Fucheng strode past Zhuo Huan and walked to the table of old Joseph: "Which one do you say."

"It's the part where she saw the fragments..."

The fast walking brought a gust of wind, and Zhuo Huan sniffed: Huh, it still smells of verbena.

Before Zhuo Huan left, he had a fight with GCAA investigator Maiha, but Maiha was not angry. Seeing Zhuo Huan returned, he was still a little nervous, for fear that he would reprimand himself again. Suddenly, when he saw Zhuo Huan walking towards him, he held his breath for an instant. It seemed that there was a charcoal fire under the chair, and he was restless.

But Zhuo Huan walked to him and stopped, but said: "It's okay not to make it public, and the NTSB must contact him."

Maha froze abruptly and raised his head: "Mr. Patrick?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly: "NTSB has been established for more than 60 years, and their aircraft accident investigation technology and experience far surpass yours. Twenty-three years ago, the 411 air crash of Emirates Airline was not so much the NTSB assisting you in your investigation. The NTSB is investigating. What you have is the result of their investigation. Maybe a lot of confidential technical information was taken away by them."

Maiha was stunned.

Zhuo Huan: "It doesn't have to be made public now, but if there are no people from the NTSB to come and help, there is almost no possibility of finding out the truth in this air crash."

Meha said, "This is not something I can decide alone, Mr. Patrick, it has a lot to do with it."

Zhuo Huan: "You are responsible for the solution."

Maiha: "..."

Throwing down the understatement, Zhuo Huan turned and left, leaving Maiha who was tangled in pain.

The Arab man had a sad face, a heavy heart, and his black and thick eyebrows were tightly clamped, which could kill any bugs. However, it didn't take long for a beautiful blonde girl to walk up to him and asked in a soft voice: "It looks like you are very troubled, Maiha, is there anything I can solve for you?"

Maiha raised his head: "Lina?"

Lina blinked, "The GCAA executives and the government's affairs, let me solve the problem together with you. Without further ado, let's do it today, but I have to trouble you to lead the way. I don't know the way."

Maiha moved: "Lina, I really don't know how to thank you."

Lina smiled softly: "No thanks, Reid asked me to help you. This time I am not saying good things for him. He has a bad temper and is very unreasonable, but he is not really that unreasonable. He did send me a message just now, asking me to help you do this. In fact, if you didn’t say that you’re thinking about witnesses, he shouldn’t be so angry. Compared to disregarding the truth. , The high-ranking officials who only want to seek their own interests, he even hates hypocritical liars who use kindness as a guise and lie."

Mehar blushed immediately, but was speechless.

Yes, of the three reasons he gave Zhuo Huan just now, only the first one is the real reason.

Who would think about a stowaway who is about to be extradited back to Yemen? How did she get scolded by the public, how she was swallowed by the resentful anger of the families of the victims, and what did it have to do with the high-ranking officials?

As for the third reason... Meha didn't believe it himself. The debris that suddenly flew out of the plane before the explosion had nothing to do with the crash? If it really doesn't matter, or the possibility of relevance is unlikely, GCAA will not be able to restart the case 23 years ago.

They restarted the case because everyone knew that the truth of the 411 air crash must not have been discovered 23 years ago. At least, not just that.

Therefore, the injustice is made public, and the NTSB is not contacted.

The real reason was just to preserve the face of GCAA, and to preserve all the people connected with it at that time.

Mehammer stayed silently and stood up: "Let's go, maybe we have to be busy for a long time, we have to do it quickly."

Lina looked at his firm expression and smiled: "I think you might not know a word?"

"What are you talking about?"

"No matter what happens...trust Lina."

"On July 11, 1998, Emirates Airline 411 took off from Dubai International Airport and flew to Sydney. Five minutes after takeoff, it just entered the climbing stage, and it crashed." Fucheng said while reading the information: "The plane was at that time. Just after takeoff, the fuel tank was filled with 12 tons of gasoline. The weather in Dubai was hot. After the firefighters arrived at the scene, they could only try their best to rescue the people on board, but they were unable to put out the fire on the fuselage. So, within an hour of the crash Afterwards, the Emirates Airline 411 exploded."

Old Joseph asked: "What is the explosive equivalent of 12 tons of aviation fuel?"

Fucheng turned over the information at the back and looked up to answer him: "I don't think you want to know the answer. Three minutes before the explosion, all passengers with vital signs were rescued. But in the end 38 people were killed, including Six people died in the blast that followed, including a firefighter."

After being rescued, they left the burning aircraft as quickly as possible.

But only with the shock wave, this terrible explosion took the lives of six victims.

Old Joseph: "I saw the pictures of the wreckage on the document, and they were all black. Although the plane did not fall into the sea, it made the work of evidence search much easier. All the wreckage in the desert was found. But it was bombed into this. It looks like, can you detect anything with the accident investigation technology 23 years ago?"

"Almost impossible to check out."

Everyone looked up at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan was sitting by the window. While chewing gum, he shook the swivel chair. His voice was faint: "Twenty-three years ago, even the NTSB with the most advanced equipment and technology faced an almost obsolete aircraft. The things that can be detected are also very limited. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made such a stupid mistake, and I didn’t realize that a piece of iron had been stripped from the wing before the plane crashed."

Su Fei: "How was the black box at the time?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "It's gone."

Su Fei: "???"

"No, what does it mean to blow up?"

Fucheng answered his question. He opened a book of records and handed it to Su Fei: "When the plane hit the ground, the black box was damaged. The rescuers at that time didn't have time to find the black box. They went to save people first. . And you also know that just after everyone was rescued, the plane exploded in three minutes. Then, the black box was blown up like this."

Su Fei lowered his head and looked at the photo on the profile: "..."

This horse was blown into black and cracked into three pieces. Is it a black box of an airplane?

Su Fei still finds it incredible. He has never seen such a miserable black box: "Is Boeing really not cutting corners? According to regulations, the aircraft black box must have excellent shock and vibration resistance, in three-axis half-sine wave shock vibration, acceleration With a peak value of 3400g, it must be able to withstand at least 6.5ms!"

Old Joseph patted him on the shoulder: "12 tons of aviation dye, bang, it all exploded in an instant, feel it."

Su Fei: "..."

"Perhaps Boeing really cut corners."

Su Fei turned his head, "RIP?!"

Zhuo Huan threw the file folder and slid a few centimeters on the table. He lazily said, "There were fragments on the upper surface of the wing that peeled off. It was discovered afterwards that the fan blade of the engine was accidentally broken... Ah, yes. In 1996, Ahang ordered 35 Boeing 777 planes from Boeing, perhaps for the delivery of orders, so they cut corners? It’s not impossible.”

All investigators in the room: "..."

I am afraid that there is only Uncle Zhuo in this world who dares to openly slander Boeing for manufacturing fake and substandard products in the public.

No one dared to answer Uncle Zhuo's words.

Fucheng continued to read the information: "The investigation after the incident took a year and a half. It seems that the damage to such an aircraft did cause great difficulties for the investigators. Finally, an investigator carefully checked the right engine, which was in the tail cone. Some blade fragments from the low-pressure fan were found in it. After the experiment, it was confirmed that these fragments were the culprit responsible for the explosion of the aircraft's right-side engine."

In 1998, Emirates Airline 411 crashed.

As a result of the final investigation, the low-pressure fan blade of the aircraft's right-side engine was caught in the tail cone of the aircraft because of a very accidental and difficult to reproduce sudden metal fracture. This caused the right engine to explode, and then the plane crashed.

After the incident, NTSB and Boeing did several studies, but they were never able to find out how the fan blade broke.

They have been blown to pieces, and it was impossible to experiment with metal materials with the technology at the time.

In the end, the official result was: accidental and unreproducible metal fracture, which is suspected to be caused by inferior materials.

This involves the quality inspection of the engine at the factory.

As a top manufacturer in the field of aircraft engines, Rolls-Royce is very confident in the quality of its products.

However, when there is no end to all roads, everyone can only look back and attribute the reason to the quality of the Rolls-Royce engine.

Rolls-Royce fought a lawsuit with Boeing and eventually paid 350,000 US dollars. The compensation was very low, because the jury was ultimately unable to determine whether it was really the quality of the engine, and there were great disagreements within the jury. However, in the end, Rolls-Royce lost a sum of money, which also damaged the corporate image of Rolls-Royce that year.

For three days in a row, everyone was checking the information on the 411 air crash of Arab Airlines.

The more look at it, the more Fucheng realizes that the air crash is far behind.

Boeing, Emirates, NTSB, UAE Immigration Authority, Rolls Royce...

If the ending is really reversed after twenty-three years, the impact it will have may be incalculable.

Three days later, Lina and Maiha successfully persuaded the UAE authorities to contact the NTSB without making the investigation public. As for how to keep the NTSB confidential, that is a matter for the UAE authorities.

With 96 boxes of accident investigation data, almost all investigators live in the investigation headquarters and have no time to rest.

Until the fourth day, Lina came back.

As soon as she entered the investigation headquarters, Lina's expression changed suddenly, almost asphyxiated. She held her breath and quickly walked into UAAG's exclusive office. "Huh, huh, come back to life." The blonde gasped, and the next second, she saw Zhuo Huan sitting by the window looking at the information, and walked over angrily: "Reid, how long have the people outside come home? ?!"

Zhuo Huan: "Huh? What's up to me, how do I know."

Su Fei lay on the table, while looking at the information with his eyelids, he said weakly, "It's been three days."

Lina didn't dare to say: "Three days?! They haven't bathed in three days?!"

"Because we were ordered to use the fastest time to read all the information, there is no time to waste. And Lina..." Old Joseph: "In fact, we haven't been back to the hotel for three days...Of course. We took a shower, we took a shower every day! But I don’t know the group of people outside."

Lina covered her mouth. She looked at Zhuo Huan and said angrily: "Reid, you promised me at the beginning. You promise your subordinates will take a bath at least once every two days, even if he has any special beliefs!"

Zhuo Huan: "They take a bath every day." He pointed at Zhifucheng, Su Fei and Old Joseph with his chin.

Lina: "What about the outside?!"

Zhuo Huan: "They are not my subordinates."

Lina: "Now they are! I, order you, immediately, immediately, let them go home! Go and bathe me! Change into a clean suit! Otherwise, Reid·Ivrin·Patrick, you, die, do it!"

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Zhuo Huan said with a deep expression: "Lina, you know I don't like anyone in public, shouting to me..."

"Shut up!" Lina shouted angrily.

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Three minutes later, the GCAA investigators who hadn't been home for three days and three nights, who had been drunk and dreaming, were suddenly ordered to go home and take a bath, change their clothes, and come back to work in the afternoon. Hearing this command, they couldn't believe it at first, thinking they had another beautiful dream. Until Zhuo Huan repeated it again, they cheered and disappeared into the investigation headquarters within a few seconds.

Lina hired a cleaner and cleaned the outside office area carefully, not letting go of any corners. She also opened the window to ventilate, to dissipate the man's sweat in the room.

She really couldn't believe it. She was only absent for three days, and these people could become like this!

Back to the hotel in the evening, Zhuo Huan was the last to leave.

Uncle Zhuo is always like this. He seems to be very busy every day. In addition to looking at the information of Emirates 411, he often receives some emails, and even often has to hold phone calls and conferences with others. Once he has something to do and finds a quiet place to talk to someone, Lina will ask the driver to wait for him for a while, and when he comes back, everyone will go back to the hotel together.

Today, however, waited for ten minutes and didn't wait for the person behind.

Su Fei: "I'm so hungry. I miss the seafood restaurant in the Burj Al Arab. It's the restaurant where I will go by submarine. Alas, after waiting for RIP for so long, I will send a circle of friends to scold him."

Old Joseph: "I know your point is not to scold Reid, but to tell your friends that you are going to a seafood restaurant soon."

Su Fei smiled.

Lina: "Then go first."

Fucheng was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Lina?"

Lina smiled slightly: "Fuck, don't worry, Reid is not a kid anymore, doesn't he still know how to get back to the hotel? Maybe he would like to stay at the investigation headquarters for another day."

Ten minutes later, Zhuo Huan walked out the door while looking at his phone. When he reached the side of the road, he raised his head and was stunned.

Looking around, the cool and handsome man turned on his phone and found the contact.

[Zhuo Huan: How about you guys? 】

[Lina: Su Fei is hungry, so let's go first. Reid, take a taxi and come back by yourself. Remember to keep the invoice and I will reimburse you for the fare. 】

Zhuo Huan: "..."

What is the difference between him and the taxi fare? !

Never irritate a woman unless you want to admire the fires of hell.

The next morning, Lina finally died down. However, everyone waited downstairs for ten minutes, but did not see Zhuo Huan.

Old Joseph: "Lina, is Reid angry with you?"

Lina frowned her slender eyebrows, took out her phone, and lowered her hair to message. After a while, she sighed and looked at Fucheng: "Fuck, Reid doesn't reply to the news, maybe he is really angry. You live on the same floor as Reid, can you help me see him."

"good."

Rolls-Royce waited downstairs, Fucheng swiped his card to go upstairs and came to the door of Zhuo Huan's room.

He rang the doorbell and waited quietly for a few seconds, but there was no response in the room.

Fucheng rang the doorbell again, but there was still no response. The soundproofing effect of the door of the hotel room is excellent, even if Fucheng quietly put his ear on it, he could not hear a sound. He was silent and rang the doorbell again, but this time there was still no response.

Take out your phone and send a message.

[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo, I'm outside your door. 】

Three minutes, the stone fell to the sea.

Send a voice call directly, but no one answered the voice call until 30 seconds later, the voice call was automatically hung up.

After a long silence, Fucheng took out the room card from his pocket.

With a beep, the door opened.

He pressed his hand on the doorknob and thought for a few seconds. The young man gritted his teeth, pressed the doorknob, and pushed the door to enter.

The first entry is an entrance hallway covered with painted wool carpets, and on the walls there are several Rockk-style oil paintings of famous artists. Further forward, is the spacious and bright living room. The suitcase was thrown here casually, leaning against the corner, opening very casually.

Passing by the study, saw a watch in the corner of Fucheng. It was not the Patek Philippe they gave, nor the Audemars Piguet that Lina gave, but a Vacheron Constantin. It seems that this is what Zhuo Huan wore yesterday, and now it has been thrown on the desk casually.

There are two bedrooms in the room, but one bedroom has the door open, and only the master bedroom is closed.

Standing in front of the door, for a long time, Fucheng pressed the doorknob.

It's not locked.

A hint of surprise flashed in his heart, and when he recovered, he had already opened the door.

The dim and gloomy light is like a gray tulle, covering everything in the room with a hazy fog. There were two laptops on the coffee table in the room, the computer screens were on, but the contents on them could not be seen clearly.

Fucheng retracted his gaze and looked at the bed in the center of the room.

The quilt raised a small hill slightly, and Zhuo Huan was still sleeping.

Standing at the door of the room meditating for a long time, Fucheng walked into the room calmly and tiptoed to the bed. He whispered: "Teacher Zhuo."

No one responded.

Zhuo Huan pulled the quilt to the top of his head and couldn't see a single hair at all.

Fucheng's voice was louder: "Teacher Zhuo."

After a while.

"Teacher Zhuo!"

The rustling voice sounded instantly, and Fucheng was taken aback for a moment. Before he could react, his wrist was grabbed by someone. The next second, the world revolved, his knees knocked on the edge of the soft big bed, Fucheng's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell on the bed. He raised his head, his gaze fell into a pair of blurred eyes.

His eyes widened, and the voice stopped abruptly.

The clock hung on the wall of the living room, the second hand moved, making a ticking sound.

Zhuo Huan looked at the young man who was underneath him behind a quilt, his eyes slowly focused. He gradually became sober and turned his head to look at Fucheng. The next moment, there was a deep laughter in his nasal cavity, with the hoarseness that had just woke up, he whispered: "Come on."

Leaning down, he lowered his head and kissed the youth's lips.

Then, kissed on the palm of Fucheng.

This pro, Zhuo Huan really woke up completely. He frowned, put one hand on Fucheng's side, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

Fucheng lay on the bed and retracted his hand. His eyes were calm and his voice was indifferent: "Teacher Zhuo, it's already the next morning. It's half past ten, Lina asked me to come up and call you."

Zhuo Huan frowned: "Oh."

He let go of the hand that was pressing on Fucheng, straightened his upper body, and reached out to get his clothes, as if he was about to start putting on clothes.

Fucheng pursed his lips and propped up his body. Before he got out of bed, he heard a laptop ringing on the coffee table beside the bed. Zhuo Huan threw the T-shirt he had just gotten out, lying on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to get the laptop, and then dragged it to the edge of the coffee table.

From Fucheng's perspective, saw the man's smooth and beautiful back hanging out of the bed, with the quilt covering the waist down, revealing a faint light.

There was not much fluctuation in his heart, and he moved to the bedside, trying to stand up.

"Fucheng, haven't you always wanted to know what I'm doing."

The action stopped, Fucheng looked down at the man.

"No, you misunderstood."

Zhuo Huan smiled. He didn't raise his head. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Fucheng's arm and drew him to his side, also lying next to the bed. Fucheng was stunned, but Zhuo Huan pointed to the computer screen: "Do you know what this is."

Fucheng turned his head, followed the direction of his finger, and looked at the computer screen.

In an instant, complex and huge numbers and symbols, as well as all kinds of incomprehensible figures and curves, flooded his vision. The entire computer screen is filled with various mathematical calculations and physical formulas.

Fucheng opened his mouth: "...I don't understand."

Zhuo Huan let out a soft "Oh", he clasped Fucheng's shoulder with one hand, and his long hair slid in front of his eyes.

"Analysis of the fluid movement of the wreckage of Roger 318."

His heart trembled violently, Fucheng turned his head and looked at the man beside him.

Zhuo Huan looked at the computer screen in a very casual tone and said: "Including sea water flow, ocean current movement, marine meteorology, weather changes in Canadian waters in the past four and a half years, etc.... Laplace said, as long as you know the universe The exact position and momentum of each atom can be calculated to show the entire process of cosmic events, calculate the past, and predict the future. Everything in the world can be calculated." The voice paused, and he turned his head to look at Fucheng: "Understand?"

Fucheng's throat was dry, and his clear eyes stared at him blankly.

Zhuo Huan: "All in all, in a nutshell, I want to figure out...where is Roger 318."

There was a long silence, almost exhausted to suppress the rapid breathing. Fucheng didn't know what to say, and he didn't even dare to look at the man. His eyes moved down, and then...

Fucheng: "..."

"Teacher Zhuo, do you like to sleep naked."

Zhuo Huan was taken aback, then laughed: "Yes."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Harm, today is also a day for Fucheng to love me more. Use props: my sex and my talents.

Fu Chengcheng: Only talented!No**!