Chapter Fifty-Two
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date="2021-10-04"
title="Chapter Fifty-Two"
weight="139698"
series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]
mode = "manual"
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Within a day, major media around the world reported the news of the 411 air crash of Emirates.
Twenty-three years ago, in 1998, the Boeing 777 had just come out for three years. Before the appearance of the McFly F485, it was the world's largest dual-engine wide-body passenger aircraft and was also known as the most perfect long-distance aircraft. Even the A340, which was specially designed by Airbus to compete with Boeing aircraft, was completely unable to shake its dominance in the civil aviation industry.
The Emirates Airline 411 crash is the first Boeing 777 crash with victims.
Because the cause of the Emirates 411 air crash was very strange, it took more than a year for the investigation team to give an answer. At that time, the safety of the Boeing 777 was questioned globally, and everyone was wondering whether the perfect Boeing 777 was available. Some design loopholes that have not been discovered have also had a great impact on Boeing.
Now, the 411 air crash of Emirates has been written in the textbook, as a case, it is gradually disappearing in people's memory. It suddenly appeared again.
Several well-known UAE media rushed to the GCAA investigation headquarters on the same day. In addition, the United States, the United Kingdom...many media professionals also sent their own reporters in the Dubai branch.
The Americans want to know what kind of relationship this accident has with Boeing; the British want to know whether the $350,000 paid by Rolls-Royce 23 years ago was an unjust case.
Within two hours, the GCAA headquarters was surrounded by reporters.
At this point, it is no longer useful for Meha and Lowens to blame each other and doubt each other.
Lowens was smoking a cigarette with a dejected expression: "Now, how should we solve this. I think everyone knows that the Emirates Airline 411 crash did have a turnaround, but in fact, so far, no one of us can be sure. In a word, the results of the investigation back then must be wrong. In a crime, new evidence appeared, but this does not mean that the murderer has become another person."
Maiha looked at him and sneered: "Yes, but so what."
Lowens crushed the cigarette butts in the trash can: "Then you have to tell everyone and the world that what the media is reporting is wrong now!"
Meha asked in turn: "Mr. Lowens, I want to know, in the United States, your news media do not have the right to speak freely? What do they report? Do you think it is up to me to decide? It is up to GCAA? I told them it was wrong, they Will change it? No! You are wrong! Most reporters will not listen to what you say, they will only report what they want to report!"
Lowens paced back and forth, and he looked very irritable. During this period, his cell phone kept ringing, and people kept calling him, but he just hung up after seeing the name on the screen, not daring to answer it. In the end, he cursed "Shit" and then turned off the phone directly.
Lovins stopped and pointed to Maiha: "Have a press conference. At least tell them about the current investigation!"
Maiha: "You don't need to say that, we GCAA will definitely do it. And Mr. Lowens, I can tell you that I'm just an ordinary senior investigator, and now this matter is out of my control. There will be more High-level people take over the media work of AirAsia 411. If you still want to do something, or do something for your boss, don’t show off to me anymore. Your title in NTSB is here. The money is not worth it!"
But for a long time, Lowens rushed into the special office of UAAG's investigation headquarters. He walked quickly to Zhuo Huan: "Patrick..."
Zhuo Huan was chewing gum, and when he heard the sound, he raised his eyes, then frowned, and gave a tut.
Zhuo Huan turned to look at Lina: "I thought smoking was not allowed in the investigation headquarters."
Lina smiled slightly: "You can go with the three words'I thought', it is true."
Zhuo Huan pointed to the anxious brown-haired man in front of him: "He smokes."
Lina: "Thank you for your report, kid Reid, I will notify his parents immediately."
Lowens interrupted them: "I'm not in the mood to make a joke!"
Zhuo Huan sneered: "I didn't fucking smoke, do you smoke?"
The implication: It's your turn?
Lowens: "..."
Zhuo Huan took a piece of paper from Lina's table, spit out the gum in his mouth, wrapped it in paper, and threw it into the trash can. He took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket and took out a cigarette. With a click, light up the lighter.
"Teacher Zhuo."
An elegant male voice sounded from beside him.
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
The next moment, a piece of chewing gum was thrown into his mouth.
Fucheng walked by Zhuo Huan with a stack of documents. He looked back at the man and said blankly: "No smoking is allowed in the investigation headquarters."
Zhuo Huan was stunned for a long time, then chewed the gum and pointed at Lowens with his chin: "He smoked."
Fucheng: "Oh, so don't you learn from the bad?"
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Then who should I learn."
Fucheng: "Learn from me."
"Um?"
"Don't smoke."
"laugh."
Lowens finally couldn't help it anymore: "Well, I beg you, don't flirt in front of me anymore!" He was talking about Zhuo Huan and Lina, but Fu Cheng was stunned. After hearing the words, Zhuo Huan cast a look at him meaningfully, and Fucheng calmly turned and left.
Lovins looked at Zhuo Huan earnestly and sincerely: "Patrick, I want you to be accurate. Although there are new witness evidence and new clues, you can tell me. This must show that back then Is the investigation of the 411 air crash of the Emirates wrong."
Zhuo Huan looked at Lowens and said lightly: "No."
Lowens: "Thank you, I also know that this must not be possible. But I said, many people will not believe it, but as long as you say it, people all over the world will believe it. Wait until the press conference, I beg You must tell the truth. This is the truth, not a lie."
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily. For a long time, he mocked: "You have been in the NTSB for so long. What is the relationship between me and your boss? Even the old Joseph knows, don't you know."
Lowenston is speechless.
Zhuo Huan: "I won't attend the press conference. We know the reason why you are here. The 411 air crash of the Emirates will not let NTSB's most popular and youngest director span half of the world and come in person. Dubai. Lowens, it’s nothing to do with me if you want to be promoted, but Levi Andrew, it’s nothing to do with me."
Having said this, Zhuo Huan stepped forward and left.
All the purposes were explained in one word, and Lowens was embarrassed. His cheeks were flushed and he couldn't say a word. But when Zhuo Huan was about to leave the office, he still turned around and shouted to him: "Reid, our friends for so many years, do me a favor. This is just a fact, this is not a lie. For the sake of private grievances, are you? Do you want the public to speculate about slander at will and pour dirty water on innocent people before the truth emerges?"
The footsteps stopped suddenly, and Zhuo Huan turned around.
In the spacious and bright office, at this moment, Fucheng, Lina, Old Joseph and Su Fei, all sitting behind the table, quietly looking at him.
And in front of them, there was Lowens standing there, helpless.
In a daze, Lowens' wandering and irritable figure under the light seemed to have become another person.
The same prayers and tortures, 298 lives, every day and night, every minute and every second, whispered in his ear. Cries, screams, and painful screams, every night, when he closes his eyes, everything is like a flood in the sky, overwhelming him, crushing him. He was submerged in the deepest part of the sea, without the air, silently.
At that time, there was no one by his side.
Only the endless darkness of the deep sea swallows time.
His eyes moved slowly over Lina, Old Joseph and Su Fei, and finally stopped for a few seconds on the handsome and beautiful young man.
They didn't speak, but they were all talking loudly in their eyes, no matter what, they would support their decision.
Zhuo Huan raised his head and glanced at Lovins indifferently: "This matter is not as serious as you thought, and Levi Andrew will not be destroyed for such a small matter."
The expression on Lowens' face fell apart.
Zhuo Huan turned and left. Before he left, he seemed to remember suddenly and turned his head back: "By the way, splash dirty water on innocent people? Heh, Levi Andrew was covered with words, but there was not a single word, yes. innocent."
Everyone in the world has their own hardships.
After something like that happened in the morning, everyone in the investigative headquarters knew clearly that Lowens was the subordinate of Levi Andrew, the legendary deputy director of the NTSB.
This is actually not a disgraceful thing, on the contrary, it is quite normal. Everyone has his own faction and his own fixed tendencies.
Old Joseph said: "In fact, I just remembered that when Lowens joined the NTSB, he joined the investigation team of Deputy Director Andrew and worked with Andrew. But soon Andrew was promoted to director and then promoted. It’s a deputy director. So Lowens is from Andrew. It doesn’t seem to be surprising. Although the NTSB is not as severely divided as the FBI, it’s normal to have several factions."
Su Fei: "What about you, old Joseph, what faction do you belong to, and this Andrew?"
Old Joseph laughed: "Of course I don't belong to any faction. I went in halfway, okay? I'm just an ordinary investigator! Hey, I suddenly understood why I haven't been promoted to a senior investigator for so many years. It turns out that there is no one above me?" After speaking, the old Joseph looked at Fucheng and Lina: "Reid is angry again, he ran out to smoke?"
Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo should have gone to the laboratory."
Lina smiled and said, "Fu, I don't know when it started. You seem to know Reid's schedule better than me."
Fucheng was stunned.
Lina seemed to just say it casually, and she quickly broke the subject. She shook the phone in her hand and said to everyone: "I have always told you that Reid has a good temper, and he is not that unapproachable."
Su Fei: "However, whenever RIP says something to offend someone, Lina, you are the first to tell that person that RIP has a bad temper. Don't be angry."
Lina blinked: "Is there, I said something like this?"
Su Fei: "Yes!"
Lina smiled softly: "Reid just sent me a message, asking me to participate in the press conference under the name of UAAG, and report the current investigation progress. But I think just saying it at the press conference seems to always be ineffective. Now the press conference is not as good as before. Who will watch the press conference?"
Fucheng heard her overtones: "It seems that you already have new ideas?"
Lina: "Fuck, you really know me."
Fucheng laughed: "I just know a word... No matter what happens, trust Lina."
Lina was stunned suddenly, as if she didn't expect Fucheng to say this. The blonde girl stared at Fucheng with bright eyes. After a while, she looked away and said with emotion: "It's a pity, I cherish friendship more than love."
Everyone: "...?????"
Lina shook her phone: "Actually, since last month, I have registered an account under the name of UAAG on Twitter. Do you have Twitter? Come and check each other. Even the president likes Twitter to govern the country, I think Maybe we at UAAG should have a Twitter too."
On the second day of the 411 air crash, GCAA held a press conference in Dubai and invited UAAG and NTSB to participate.
At the same time, Lina also released UAAG's reference opinions on the air crash on UAAG's official Twitter.
Unfortunately, UAAG has too few fans. There is no Twitter in Fucheng, Su Fei and the old Joseph were immediately dismissed by Lina and paid attention to UAAG. Even so, UAAG has only three fans.
One is Su Fei, the other is Old Joseph, and there is an unknown trumpet.
Fucheng newly downloaded the Twitter app and registered an account. He followed the account of "UAAG Investigation Group" and became the fourth fan. Clicking on the fan list, looking at the "Polaris_" inside, he turned his head and asked Lina: "Who is this Polaris?"
Lina raised her head: "Reid."
Fucheng was taken aback.
He clicked on the "Polaris_" account, there was hardly any activity in it, only a photo was posted two years ago. It is a dark and endless night sky, without a single star, and the accompanying text is just three letters: sky.
Fucheng looked at it for a while and pressed attention.
Lina sighed: "So the official Twitter of our UAAG investigation team, in the end, there are only four fans?"
Su Fei said in surprise: "How come there are only four? Don't we have five people."
Old Joseph said quietly: "So you think that there are five fans, and then all five of them are UAAG members... It's quite glorious?"
Su Fei: "..."
He didn't say that again!
Lina rubbed her eyebrows and said helplessly: "I didn't want to be like this, it seems I still have to pay attention."
Everyone swept their heads and looked at her.
At this time, Zhuo Huan also returned to the office, he walked to his seat and sat down.
Old Joseph was the first to react. He opened his eyes wide, and then smiled: "When I think about it, Lina, your Twitter fans seem to have more than 40 million?"
Su Fei was shocked: "Fuck, more than 40 million?!"
Fucheng was also very surprised, but he didn't know the concept of more than 40 million Twitter followers: "Does more than 40 million mean a lot?"
Old Joseph kindly explained to him: "Probably, it is equivalent to that once Lina pays attention to UAAG, the whole world will know that Miss Mai Fei, the top socialite Stephanie Comte, leave the United Nations and join UAAG."
Lina smiled slightly, logged into her Twitter, and followed the UAAG investigation team.
Five minutes later, the fans of the UAAG investigation team skyrocketed, soaring directly to 100,000. This number is still rising wildly.
As Lina said, even if she, as a representative of UAAG, has participated in many press conferences, how many people will go to the press conference in this era? It wasn't until she used her account and followed UAAG that the world knew that she had left the United Nations and entered this "not surprising" air crash investigation organization.
Seeing the skyrocketing number of UAAG fans, Su Fei was dumbfounded: "This is too scary, it's going to be a hot search. Oh, right, RIP doesn't seem to have any fans."
Hearing this, Fucheng raised his head and looked at the man sitting under the window.
Su Fei asked loudly, "RIP, don't you play Twitter? There are so few fans."
It stands to reason that the number of fans of Mai Fei's chief designer should never be so small.
Zhuo Huan didn't lift his head, he let out a casual hum.
"Why play Twitter? I have nothing to say about this world."
After the GCAA press conference, media reporters still blocked the investigation headquarters, but the global upsurge of discussing this matter has gradually passed away.
After all, this was an air crash 23 years ago, and no amount of curiosity and enthusiasm will be consumed over time.
In addition, air crash investigation is a boring and long affair.
Old Joseph once said: "All air crashes in the world are divided into two types. One can be solved in a week, and the other takes more than three months."
The cause of the air crash can be easily seen at a glance, such as the error of an air traffic controller or the plane being struck by a thunderbird; It's not uncommon for years and four years. After that, most of them can't be found out again.
The result of the 411 air crash of Emirates is unlikely to come out in a short period of time.
The day after the press conference, Maiha brought Amila Beatty to the investigative headquarters again.
When the reporters around the investigative headquarters saw her, they immediately swarmed. It took Maiha and other investigators a lot of work to send her to the investigation headquarters.
Lowens and Joseph Sr. received her at the investigation headquarters.
Lowens looked at the thin, yellow-faced middle-aged woman in front of him. He was silent for a long time and said: “Originally, according to the regulations, you should be extradited back to Yemen in the second half of this month. But now things are beyond everyone’s expectations. The whole world is watching. So before the outcome of the incident, we have discussed with the UAE Immigration Authority, please live in Dubai temporarily, we will arrange a safe house for you, provide three meals, and treat you as a confidential witness for protection stand up."
Betty raised her eyes to look at Lowens, and then at Old Joseph. After a long time, she nodded: "Yeah."
Old Joseph looked at her with a smile: "Yemen is still fighting, and staying in Dubai is not necessarily a bad thing. But this is just the first reason we invited you today. The second reason is that we want to You confirm that before you saw the debris flying out of the wing, did you notice other anomalies. Please remember carefully."
In UAAG's office, Lina is making coffee for everyone and making afternoon tea. She brought the coffee cup by cup to everyone's table and thanked everyone.
Su Fei lay on the table and kept swiping his phone.
During the rest time when the experiment was shut down and the truth was not found, his biggest hobby was to follow the official Twitter of UAAG to see how many fans were added per second.
Su Fei threw the phone on the table: "I still can't figure it out! NTSB is definitely not the person who leaked the secrets, and GCAA is not like it. After this incident was exposed, both GCAA and the UAE Immigration Authority were criticized and scolded miserably. . Then who else can it be besides them? Why did Emirates leak this incident to the media?"
Fucheng: "Why must it be Ahang?"
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Fucheng took a sip of coffee: "Holmes once said that when you exclude all impossible situations, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, are all facts."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, raising his brows: "The Four Signatures."
Fucheng looked up and looked at him: "Well, the first chapter of "Four Signatures"." He continued to look at Su Fei: "In addition to NTSB, GCAA and Ahang, there is actually one other person who can also leak the matter to the media. "
Su Fei said in surprise: "No, no one at UAAG has leaked secrets!"
Fucheng: "..."
Lina: "..."
Zhuo Huan walked to Fucheng, opened his drawer skillfully, took out a piece of chewing gum, and then said to Lina: "Have you seen his graduation certificate? Are you sure you graduated from Harvard?"
Lina smiled and said, "Su Fei is still very good professionally."
Su Fei: "Hey, hey, I'm still here, you just say bad things about me? Then you say, it's not us, it's not NTSB, it's not GCAA, it's not Ahang, who else can it be?"
Fucheng held his forehead: "There is another person... Amila Beatty herself. She can leak secrets to the media herself."
Su Fei was stunned, but soon, he shook his head vigorously: "But what good is it for her? You know, now she is being scolded badly, everyone says she is too selfish Because of the interests of a person, she has kept it for so many years. If it weren’t for the sudden extradition to return to China, she would have kept it for a lifetime. The air crash is not an ordinary car accident. Maybe the evidence she concealed, the truth of the final investigation, is The culprit for many air crashes over the years!"
At the same moment, in the meeting room, the new round of questioning of Betty by Joseph Sr. and Lowens also came to an end.
Before he got up and left, the old Joseph remembered one more thing. He sat back and said, "By the way, there is something I want to ask. Now that the matter has been exposed, do you know what your evaluation is in the eyes of the media and the public? ."
The thin middle-aged woman shuddered and lowered her head silently.
Old Joseph: "You were scolded terribly. Air crash investigation is a professional field that does not allow mistakes. Since 1998, Boeing 777 has caused no fewer than 20 victims. There were no victims, but people were injured. Even serious injuries are hard to heal, and there are countless ones. Among them, only 80% of the accidents were finally found out. Perhaps 23 years ago, you told what you saw at the time, and the investigation team just Will examine the entire broken aircraft and find out the truth so that the cause of the accident will never appear again." After a pause, he went on to say, "Instead of now, we only have a little fragment left, and the aircraft has disappeared. ."
"What I want to ask is, you know that when you tell the media about this, all you get is that you can stay in Dubai for a few more months, or even one or two years, and that you will be insulted by the whole world for the rest of your life. , Are you spurned by thousands of people?"
Amila Beatty kept her head down and said nothing.
Old Joseph looked at the messy hair on top of her head and sighed: "I sometimes hope that the truth of the accident has not changed because of your sentence. It is still the same as it was investigated 23 years ago. If you say it early, Then, the sacrifices of those 38 people might be more meaningful. Afterwards, many of the victims of the Boeing 777 crash that have not been investigated clearly did not die innocently because of this reason."
"In the past twenty-three years, have you regretted and thought about telling the truth. Maybe you can save one person's life and save many people's lives as long as you say it."
It is still a long silence.
Just when the old Joseph thought that this woman would not answer and would always respond with silence, a hoarse and unpleasant female voice sounded: "I have thought about it, don't regret it."
I have thought about it, but I never regret it.
Old Joseph was stunned.
Lowens also stared blankly at the short and thin woman in front of him.
With her head down, she was as thin as a wood, as if the wind could blow away.But with such a small body, he quietly said with an extremely firm, decisive voice without turning his head back: "I haven't even survived myself, so how can I care about the lives of others."
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