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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Fifty-Five"

weight="139719"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The two returned to Zhuo Huan's room.

In the room, all the lights were off, only the study room was on. There are two laptops on the desk and one on the coffee table opposite the desk. The power and data cables were connected everywhere. After Zhuo Huan returned to the room, he stopped talking to Fucheng. He sat on the swivel chair, knocked on the keyboard a few times, looked at the video camera that came with the notebook, and said :"I am back."

I spoke in English, but for a long time, there was a sound from the computer speakers.

"Patrick, the picture of the wreckage that was found 200 nautical miles east of Alder Harbor in the Gulf of Alaska this morning has been sent to you. According to our preliminary identification, it should belong to the left wing of the aircraft, but we cannot confirm whether it is a McFei F485."

Zhuo Huan: "There are not many large planes that crashed in the waters of Canada and the United States. Since the last century, only the Roger 318 has not been found yet." He said as he looked up and said to Fucheng: "Photo It’s sent to that computer. You receive it and process it. I want to see the high-definition picture."

Fucheng nodded, sat on the sofa, and started to manipulate the laptop on the coffee table.

Three minutes later, Zhuo Huan carefully identified the photos sent by Fucheng. A few seconds later, he raised his head and his eyes were serious: "It's the left wing of the Maifei F485."

After hearing this, the staff of the salvage company and Professor Robert Gatsby became serious in the video conference.

Robert said: "I have notified Gal that he will be in the laboratory soon and should be able to join the video immediately."

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man with red-brown hair and glasses also joined the video conference. He is the famous Australian marine dynamics expert Gal Fortes. As soon as the connection was connected, Professor Gal said with a sullen face and said: "Time is very short, I will make a long story short. The North Pacific warm current runs from east to west, and after hitting the west coast of the United States, it splits into two streams. The warm current that diverges to the north is the Alaska warm current. Now it’s April, the frequency of the Alaska warm current is about 25-60%, and the flow rate..."

There was silence in the spacious and bright study.

Fucheng raised his head and looked at the man sitting behind the desk.

I don't know when Zhuo Huan put on his glasses, his long hair was casually struck and tied behind his head. Frowning tightly, he did not glance at the laptop that was driving the video conference, but listened to what the other party said in the video while tapping his fingers quickly on another computer.

Professor Gal: "I asked the students to sort out the ocean currents in the Gulf of Alaska in the last ten days and send it to you in half an hour."

Professor Robert: "I have contacted the United States Meteorological Administration and asked them for the latest weather report and specific wind direction and speed data."

Zhuo Huan gently "hmm", his fingers still tapping quickly on the computer. Without lifting his head, he suddenly said, "Fucheng, draw me this page of data into a graph and send it to your mailbox."

Fucheng: "Okay."

After another three minutes, Zhuo Huan stopped and looked at the person in charge of the salvage company, Professor Gall and Professor Robert in the video.

Zhuo Huan: "I hope that within three days, the fishing area can be reduced to 50 square kilometers."

Lawrence, the head of the salvage company, frowned and shook his head: "It's too big, this range."

Professor Gal said: "50 square kilometers is very difficult, and more importantly, it takes at least one month to carry out carpet salvage for an area of ​​50 square kilometers. It will be the summer monsoon and the thousand island cold current will be more gentle, but the tropical Pacific Ocean Monsoons and storms are coming."

Professor Robert said: "It is unrealistic, and it is impossible for supercomputing to calculate such a huge amount of data in three days. And to be honest, Reid, a bad news, supercomputing is being expropriated recently."

Zhuo Huan frowned: "What is it for?"

"I can't tell you this. I have signed a confidentiality agreement."

"Shit!"

When Professor Robert said this, the other three people in the video conference understood that the supercomputer from the University of California was being requisitioned by the US government.

Holding his hair irritably, Zhuo Huan stood up and paced back and forth. Finally, he stopped and supported the desk with both hands: "It's finally an opportunity, I don't want to miss the third time."

Hearing this, Fucheng raised his head.

During the video conference, everyone was silent for a moment.

"Reid/Patrick, we don't want to miss the third time."

All night, from eleven o'clock in the evening to four o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Huan's eyes did not move away from the laptop. The video conference has been connected, but everyone is busy with their work. From time to time, someone completes a part of the work, and then everyone summarizes it together, and then continues to be busy.

In the crystal ashtray on the desk, cigarette butts are constantly superimposed.

Fucheng walked to the western-style kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and when he returned to the study, he saw the man lying on the sofa in his line of sight. He paused, and when he moved again, he relaxed everything. Walking gently to the desk, Fucheng gently put the coffee cup down, and looked up, only to see that the video conference was over at some point.

The tables were all scattered white papers, many of them floated to the ground, and more were crumpled up and thrown in every corner of the room.

Fucheng picked up the white paper that hadn't been crumpled up and put it on the table. He picked up one and looked at it. He knew the formula above.

Navier-Stokes equation.

That is, the differential motion equation of viscous fluid.

However, looking further down, many other physical equations are mixed, and most of them have nothing to do with aerodynamics.

Pick them up one by one and put them on the table.

Fucheng walked to the sofa and paused for a few seconds on the man's calm sleeping face, then he picked up the blanket that had been thrown on the ground and prepared to cover him.

"Woke up."

Fucheng stopped with the blanket in his hand. He raised his head and saw that Zhuo Huan had opened his eyes for some time and was looking down at him. His eyes were very tired, his head was resting on a pillow, and he was so slightly sideways, looking at him.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo, when did you wake up?"

Zhuo Huan: "The moment you walk in."

"...So early?" He deliberately let go of his movements, barely making any sound.

Zhuo Huan supported the sofa with one hand, half-sit up, and rubbed his temples with the other hand: "I have a nervous breakdown. Anyone will wake up as soon as they enter the house."

Fucheng picked up the blanket from the ground and put it on the solo sofa aside. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and raised his head and asked: "Then last time I came to your room to wake you up, I yelled several times."

The action of rubbing his temples suddenly stopped, Zhuo Huan let go, he leaned on the sofa and smiled at Fucheng.

"Oh, I woke up early, but didn't want to care about you. I thought you were so noisy at the time."

"..."

Fucheng: "How is the situation with Roger 318."

Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand: "Help me get a cigarette and put it on the table."

Fucheng: "Smoking is not good, you have been smoking all night."

"Smoking refreshes, I'm sleepy."

Fucheng walked over, took the coffee on the desk, and handed it over.

Zhuo Huan didn't answer, so he looked up at him.

The handsome and beautiful young man lowered his head, and the dim light came retrograde from behind, dimly beautiful.

Fucheng: "Then drink coffee."

Zhuo Huan looked at him intently, and after a while, took the coffee cup.

Fucheng sat on the single sofa aside: "The third time, what do you mean."

Zhuo Huan leaned on the pillow, leaned lazily on the sofa, and looked at him sideways: "Didn't you hear it."

Fucheng was silent for a moment.

Fucheng: "It means that the wreckage of Roger 318 has been found twice. Is this the third time?"

Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee: "To be precise, since the official salvage work ended a year ago, the wrecks have been found three times. As for how many wrecks have been found by the authorities before the salvage stopped, don't you know?"

The man looked at him with a faint smile, Fucheng was silent, and said a number: "6 times."

Yes, since Rogge 318 went missing five years ago, officials have found its remains six times.

On the sixth day after the disappearance of the plane, a broken suitcase floated to the shore on the Canadian coast. It was later confirmed that it belonged to the Roger 318 aviation; on the 17th day, on the coast of Alaska, a drinking water bottle of the Roger 318 Drifted to the shore...

Within three months, its wreckage appeared five times!

And even a year after the plane crashed, its wreckage reappeared.

But every time, no one can find it.

With a salvage area of ​​500 square kilometers and half an ocean the size of Huaxia, Roger 318 quietly sank to the bottom of the sea like a drop of water that melted into the sea.

Zhuo Huan drank his coffee and said faintly: "The work we are currently doing is to figure out the approximate position of the plane and narrow the salvage area based on finding the wreckage. So you heard it just now. This is the third time we have found the wreckage. ."

Fucheng: "The first two times."

Zhuo Huan's eyes were calm, looking at him without a trace of ups and downs, his tone was casual, even with a slight smile: "I didn't find it."

Fucheng stopped for a long time, and finally asked, "What about this time."

Zhuo Huan looked at him and smiled: "I don't know." He shook the empty coffee cup in his hand, "Fucheng, it's gone."

Fucheng was silent for a while, got up and took the cup in Zhuo Huan's hand, and went to the Western-style kitchen. When he came back, the lights and computer in the study were still on, but no one was seen. Fucheng was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and take a look at the bedroom, but was grabbed by his wrist.

The coffee cup suddenly fell to the ground, and the brown liquid soaked the expensive Italian wool carpets, and the smudging disappeared quickly.

Zhuo Huan leaned against the wall next to the door, with a cigarette in his mouth, holding Fucheng's hand with one hand.

Looking at the smoke in his mouth, Fucheng pursed his lips slightly, and was about to speak. The man gave a chuckle, grabbed his wrist, rolled over and pressed him against the wall. With a cigarette in his right hand and Fucheng's hand in his left hand, Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed his lips.

The melancholic smell of smoke filled the mouths of the two of them, and Fucheng was astonished for a moment, but as soon as he was close at hand, the man closed his eyes slightly, and his dense and long eyelashes almost swept across the bridge of his nose. It was an ambiguous kiss, soft and depressed, Fucheng slowly closed his eyes, somehow, for the first time, he involuntarily stretched out his hand, hugged the man's waist, and kissed back gently with his head up.

The temperature gradually rises, and the biting and sucking between the lips and tongue are gradually no longer controlled.

"Fuck!"

Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, and he directly threw the cigarette in his right hand. The unburned cigarette butts fell on the wool carpet, and a small black hole was burned in an instant, and then the evil and the high-quality wool carpet extinguished the sparks.

Then he lowered his head and kissed it again.

Zhuo Huan held the young Jin's thin waist with one hand, and stroked his cheek with the other hand, rubbing his fingertips gently on the sensitive eye. The touch of the fingers gradually fell, and his hands naturally hugged the young man's waist.

Pajamas are always so easy to take off, or that they are designed, no matter whether the object is a man or a woman, they always exist for taking off.

Fucheng felt that his senses were swallowed wildly by the heavy smell of smoke, the bitter and dry taste, as if it was not the smell of smoke, overwhelming, all belonged to Zhuohuan's breath.

It's Zhuo Huan.

He raised his head back and kissed the man, but suddenly, the pajamas were opened, and his sensitive skin was directly touched. He trembled and shivered. Sanity returned instantly, his heart trembled violently, and Fucheng subconsciously turned his head to avoid the tight kiss of a man's aggression.

Zhuo Huan stopped his movements.

In the narrow space, the two looked at each other.

The panting sounds were almost entangled, and they couldn't distinguish each other's breath.

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily, but his clear eyes were full of color. This gaze was straightforward, and Fucheng avoided his gaze.

Zhuo Huan smiled suddenly, he embraced Fucheng's waist, pressed him against the wall, and said softly, "What do you mean?"

A few seconds later.

Fucheng lowered his eyes and suddenly said, "The carpet is broken."

Zhuo Huan was not even interested in looking at the imported Italian carpet at his feet. He bit his voice: "Fucheng, how long do you want me to wait for you."

Fucheng stayed silent for a long time, then raised his head and kissed lightly on his lips.

"It's almost five o'clock, let's take a shower, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan didn't move, just looking at him like this, hugging his waist.

Fucheng looked at him quietly: "Wait a minute to investigate the headquarters, at six o'clock, and Professor Tsuna's experiment...you are not going."

After a long time, Zhuo Huan replied: "Go."

Fucheng: "Why take a bath?"

Seeing the youth's seemingly unwavering expression, Zhuo Huan's fingers leaped on Fucheng's waist across his pajamas. But this person just didn't react at all, he will always be like that, passionately and religiously, kissing back passionately when kissing. After everything was over, it was the fastest to get out again.

Zhuo Huan: "Patrick-Stowe formula, you know."

Fucheng: "Yeah."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "In addition to aerodynamics and fluidics, do pilots also have to learn high-energy physics?"

Fucheng was silent and gave him the answer: "Because this is an equation named after you, so I know."

Zhuo Huan froze for a moment, and then smiled. He seemed to be in a lot of joy: "Oh, then to solve this, it took me seven full months."

Fucheng looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan let out a chuckle from his nose. He lowered his head and kissed the young man's lips. However, Zhuo Huan did not continue with just a taste of the kiss. He stared at the young man in front of him, smiling and cursing swear words: "Fusi, you are fucking harder than Patrick Stowe formula!"

After speaking, he let go of his holding Fucheng, walked out of the study, and took a piece of clothing from the suitcase on the wall of the living room.

Zhuo Huan strode into the bathroom and closed the door with a bang.

Fucheng leaned against the wall and waited until the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom before he covered his face, looking through the gap between his fingers, looking at the piece of ground wet with coffee and a small hole burned by cigarette butts. place.

After a long time, he put down his hands and calmly buckled his pajamas, which had been unbuttoned by two buttons, back again.

Zhuo Huan wants to take a bath and change clothes, but now, it's five o'clock, he also has to go back and change his pajamas.

Fucheng didn't leave immediately. He cleaned up the messy study room a bit, and found a Vacheron Constantin watch in the trash can full of paper balls. When put the watch back on the desk, the phone on the desk rang suddenly.

Fucheng was taken aback and answered the phone.

The next moment, a gentle female voice came from the earpiece: "Bonjour, Reid, are you awake? The first one to wake you up, knowing that you like to sleep for a while. But it's five o'clock and I won’t get up again. Professor Tsuna’s experiment was over there. It's too late."

His body froze suddenly, and Fucheng's hand holding the phone was so stiff that he couldn't move. His eyes widened and he dared not say a word.

Lina waited for a while, felt a little strange, and said with a smile: "Reid, why don't you speak."

After a long time, Fucheng hesitated and gave out a word: "Um..."

On the other end of the phone, Lina was silent suddenly.

A few seconds later, she smiled again and said: "I looked at the time specially, it is 5:03 in the morning, what about Reid, why are you..."

"I see, goodbye!"

The hand full of water drops quickly grabbed the phone tube from Fucheng's hand, Zhuo Huan quickly threw a sentence, and then hung up Lina's phone mercilessly. Fucheng raised his head and saw Zhuo Huan casually wrapped a towel around his waist. He didn't know when he just walked out barefoot.

Fucheng: "...Teacher Zhuo, have you finished taking a shower?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Well, I washed it, but I didn't wipe it."

Fucheng could see it, but he didn't understand why the man suddenly ran out before wiping the water.

As if hearing what Fucheng was saying in his heart, Zhuo Huan laughed badly. "You fucking didn't know how to say anything just now."

Fucheng opened his lips and looked at the man in front of him in amazement.

Zhuo Huan: "Your face is full of words, please help me!"

Abandoning these words, Zhuo Huan ignored him and turned back to the bathroom.

The hotel room was cleaned every day, but it was so full of water and walking out barefoot, it still made Zhuo Huan extremely sick. He cursed irritably in annoyance, then turned on the shower and took a shower again.

Fucheng stood in the study for a while, and then he put the phone that Zhuo Huan had been pulling crooked up again, then calmly opened the door, left this room, and returned to his own room.

Not long after returned to the room, the fixed telephone in the room rang.

After the connection, Lina heard a familiar voice. She smiled and said, "Bonjour, the last one called you to get up, but I think you must have gotten up."

Fucheng didn’t know if Lina had guessed that he was the one who answered the phone in Zhuo Huan’s room just now, or that she heard it at first, but then Zhuo Huan came out and said something, maybe she denied her own. guess?

Fucheng: "Well, I have already gotten up."

Lina: "See you downstairs in forty minutes?"

"Okay, see you downstairs."

Forty minutes later, Fucheng came downstairs, and an extended Rolls-Royce had been waiting at the door of the hotel for a long time.

Opening the door, Lina, Su Fei and Old Joseph had actually arrived, and even Zhuo Huan had arrived. Everyone was waiting for one person in Fucheng.

Fucheng was stunned, got into the car and sat beside Zhuo Huan in the only empty seat.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Su Fei yawned, "Old Joseph and I have just arrived!"

Lina smiled: "Have you had breakfast, Fu?"

Fucheng nodded: "Well, I've eaten it."

Zhuo Huan closed his eyes to rest, and did not participate in the conversation.

But this time it was too early. After saying a few words, Su Fei also lost strength. Everyone was dozing sleepily in the car, only Lina kept her head down and pressed her phone, as if she was in contact with someone. Perceiving Fushiki's sight, she raised her head and said softly: "I'm contacting Professor Tsuna's laboratory to confirm the time."

Fucheng: "...Hmm."

Lina curled her lips.

After getting out of the car, Uncle Zhuo, who had slept all the way, woke up first. He straddled his long legs and crossed Fucheng, with his hands in his pockets, and got out of the car first. Then came Su Fei and the old Joseph.

Fucheng was the last to get off the bus.

Lina looked at the watch on her wrist: "Five:45, the time is just right, enough to prepare for the connection before the experiment."

Fucheng: "Thanks."

Lina looked back at him and smiled: "I just like to do a good job. By the way, what are you doing in Reid's room this morning?"

The footsteps suddenly stopped, Fucheng turned around and looked at Lina.

Lina smiled slightly: "It's you, I know. Hush, I won't tell other people. Do you know what Reid would do if he really answered the call?"

Fucheng: "I don't know."

Lina shrugged: "He will sneer and just hang up. Um... it's not accurate, he won't hang up. He should put the phone aside so that I can't call again."

After a while, Fucheng smiled helplessly: "Well, it really fits the habit of Teacher Zhuo, I didn't expect it."

Lina blinked at him: "It's not just you, Reid didn't expect that he is completely different from usual, isn't it."

Fucheng was stunned, he looked at Lina, but Lina only smiled meaningfully at him, then turned and walked into the door of GCAA.

Ten minutes later, across a small half of the earth, the Tsuna Laboratory of the University of Tokyo and the GCAA Survey Headquarters in Dubai were formally connected.

The projection screen is divided into three parts.

One is Teichi Tsunai’s laboratory, one is the GCAA investigation headquarters, and the other is the Emirates warehouse next to Dubai International Airport, which contains a Boeing 777.

Teiichi Tsuna guided his students and prepared every detail of the experiment. After doing all this, it happened to be six o'clock in the morning Dubai time. He walked to the video and said, "Zhuo Jun."

He didn't sleep all night, but Zhuo Huan seemed to be fine. He stood in front of the camera and said: "Tina."

Teiichi Tsuna: "Are you ready over there."

Zhuo Huan: "OK."

Tsunai nodded and said, "Then I will officially start." Then, he turned his head and said to his students: "High-strength titanium alloy, super-duralumin material, explosive equivalent withstand limit test, the first time Experiment, start."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: My fucking Nobel is probably easier than going to Fucheng!