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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Fifty Six"

weight="139729"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Over a distance of 8,000 kilometers, across half a continent and 10 latitudes, an experiment with an explosion equivalent of 1kg is underway.

After the experiment started, investigators from UAAG and GCAA first used computers at the survey headquarters to confirm data with Teiichi Tsuna, who was far away in Tokyo. After the data was confirmed, they drove to the Emirates warehouse at Dubai International Airport. A Boeing 777 is parked there.

A huge black machine is placed under the fuel tank of the aircraft, and thick wires connect them to the fuel tank on the right wing.

Zhuo Huan changed into a white experimental protective suit.

The first round of experimental data has been transmitted from Tokyo. Zhuo Huan and Maiha walked to the experimental room to observe and monitor the real-time data of the aircraft fuel tank. Fucheng and Old Joseph came under the engine. In an instant, the hot air pierced through the heavy protective clothing, and did not play any role in resisting the heat. Instead, the sweat was stuffed in it, and all of a sudden sweat came out.

In the intercom, Zhuo Huan's voice sounded: "Data verification."

Sweat rolls from the forehead and falls on the eyelashes. Fucheng blinked and shook off his sweat. He and Old Joseph looked at each other, and then together with other experimenters, after confirming the data, Fucheng picked up the walkie-talkie: "The fuel tank temperature is 96 degrees Fahrenheit..."

After two rounds of experiments, the two groups of experimenters in the experiment room and next to the engine exchanged positions.

It is impossible for anyone to stay by the engine of an airplane for half an hour in such an almost airtight environment. What's more, this is April, in Dubai.

The experiment was more complicated than Takuhuan and Tsunaiichi expected.

After the experiment on the first day was over, Emperor Tsuna looked up the 27 experimental data throughout the day. He raised his head and said, "Taku-kun, if the accuracy of the explosive equivalent is continuously required to reach 1kg, I think it may be possible. Several more experiments are needed. At worst, it may take a week."

Zhuo Huan: "Continue tomorrow."

Emperor Tsuna nodded slightly: "Okay."

Teiichi Tsunai didn't ask where the funds needed for so many experiments were obtained. These are the issues that UAAG has to worry about. What he has to do is to find out the possibility proposed by Zhuo Huan: Under what explosive equivalent, the explosion of the fuel tank inside the wing of the aircraft will not affect the aircraft’s driving, even like a muffled thunder. , It only blasts on the inside of the wing, and it is completely invisible on the outside.

The University of Tokyo, Tsuna Laboratory.

The students are packing up experimental equipment and used waste materials.

The young professor in a white lab coat stood in front of the window. He pushed his glasses and thought: It can't be said that the appearance is completely invisible. What they were looking for was an explosion that was almost invisible on the outside, but its shock wave was able to crack the aluminum alloy iron skin on the outer surface of the wing.

...... Ah, it seems a bit annoying.

Tei Tsuna turned his head to look at his teaching assistant: "Next time UAAG will contact the cooperative experiment again, we should refuse it."

The assistant teacher said strangely: "Professor, you personally agree every time."

Emperor Tsuna was taken aback for a moment, he thought for a moment, and said, "Help me change the laptop."

Teaching Assistant: "Okay."

at the same time.

NTSB headquarters, Washington, USA.

Three black cars stopped at the entrance of the NTSB. Lowens got out of the car and got on the elevator with a young investigator holding a metal password box to the deputy director's office. Lowens knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Lowens and his men pushed the door into the house together.

Levi Andrew is 51 years old and is one of the current deputy directors of the NTSB. At the same time, he is also the most promising candidate for promotion to the post of director. He has natural hair of pure gold, which he wipes evenly with hairspray and meticulously strokes it to the back of his head. Even though he was over fifty and had a rigid and solemn face, Andrew looked very young, only forty years old, and even had a mature and handsome taste.

Seeing his confidant, Andrew was not surprised, he closed the file in his hand.

Lovins walked over, and without a word of nonsense, let his subordinates put the metal password box on the table.

Lowens: "Patrick asked me to bring it back for another test. I think, Chief, he should know that I will come to you."

Andrew stood up, entered the password, and opened the password box. After taking out the glass bottle in it and observing it for a while, he put it back again.

"I already know the general situation. You take these fragments to do cross-section experiments."

Lowens: "Yes." As he was about to leave the office, he stopped again and asked: "By the way, Director Andrew, is Patrick still continuing to salvage the wreckage of Roger 318."

Andrew looked up at him: "You are curious about what this does."

Lowens shook his head: "No, I just think that even if it is Patrick, it has been almost a year in the past. I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on for long with his financial resources."

Andrew: "He is still salvaging."

Lowens sighed in his heart and left the office with the password box.

Old Joseph never knew where Lowens got so much news about Zhuo Huan. Yes, these are all he heard from Levi Andrew.

Zhuo Huan’s salvage of the Wreck of Roger 318 at his own expense is not a secret in the industry. But few people know that he hires three salvage companies at the same time. Only officials at the level of Levi Andrew can know.

"Rogge 318, Mr. Patrick is still looking for it?" The investigator accompanying him widened his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

Lowens glanced at him: "Yes, I also sold a private island and sold a lot of properties, so I went to sell Maifei's shares."

The young investigator was dumbfounded: "...really, really rich."

Lowens is noncommittal.

Isn’t that really rich?

This has to be replaced by them, not to mention changing the seller's production and fishing of the aircraft, they are not even qualified to sell! Selling all their net worth is not enough to pay the salvage company a day's wages!

...

In Dubai and Tokyo, fuel tank explosion experiments are underway.

In Washington, the cross-section experiment of engine fan blade fragments also began silently.

May 3, 2 pm Dubai time.

The Boeing 777, which had been roaring for six days, finally shut down its engine, and the steamer-like warehouse finally had a chance to cool down. Zhuo Huan took the latest experimental data and looked down. On the other side, Su Fei tapped the keyboard and quickly connected the computer screen to Teiichi Tsunai's laboratory.

Tsuna Teiichi's face appeared on the computer screen, and he said, "Taku-kun."

"Tina." Zhuo Huan put down the information: "Thank you, I got the data I want."

Tsuna Teiichi: "Although I have gone through 124 experiments, I can get the data I want. This is the best outcome. However, this experiment is also accidental and coincidental. I want to really achieve it on an airplane. It’s not easy."

After hearing this, Lina smiled: "Professor Tsuna, you are an excellent physicist, but you don't know anything about airplanes."

Emperor Tsuna was stunned for a moment. He sat upright and looked at Lina seriously: "Please explain to me."

Lina: "I am not a professional either."

Su Feiyue was eager to try and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Lina: "You are also a non-professional."

Su Fei: "..."

Fucheng Qingya's gentle voice sounded: "Professor Tsuna, the inventor of German aircraft turbine Pabs Hein once put forward a theorem called'Hain's Law'. It means that behind every serious aircraft accident There are inevitably 29 minor accidents, 300 accidents with early signs, and 1,000 hidden dangers. What an aircraft accident investigation needs to do is to find out all possible possibilities. Even 1,000 hidden dangers must not be missed. ."

Emperor Tsuna thought for a while: "As long as it can happen, it will happen?"

Everyone laughed.

Hearing this laughter, Zhuo Huan raised his head and glanced at Fucheng lightly.

After the experiment was over, Zhuo Huan said to Lina on the car returning to the investigation headquarters: "Contact Boeing."

Lina: "Now?"

"After returning to the investigation headquarters, I will have a direct video contact with Boeing's ‘ground aircraft team’."

"Okay." Lina agreed with a smile, but looking at Zhuo Huan's face, she asked: "Or else contact Boeing tomorrow? Reid, your face is not very good. Didn't you rest this week?"

Because of the time difference, UAAG all accommodated the time in Tokyo. As soon as Tsunai started the experiment, they would go to work.

Old Joseph said: "I found out when Lina said that, Reid, you seem to be very tired. Haven't you rested lately?"

Old Joseph found it very strange, although their work and rest were affected because of the experiment. But they still get enough sleep, and he feels in good spirits.

Su Fei: "Brother Fu, you seem to be in low spirits. Today I saw you yawned several times."

Fucheng took a halt, and he asked, "Is there?"

Su Fei: "Yes, I counted. You yawn once an hour on average."

Fucheng: "Maybe I am not used to going to bed too early. I have always suffered from insomnia recently..." The voice stopped abruptly. Fucheng completely stiffened this time. He slowly turned his head and saw a certain man suddenly fall on his side. With his collarbone resting on his shoulders, he closed his eyes and started to rest.

Both old Joseph and Su Fei were taken aback.

Lina was also taken aback for a moment.

Fucheng: "... Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan: "I'm sleepy."

Because I'm sleepy, I borrow your shoulder to sleep.

Fucheng: "Hmm..."

Old Joseph returned to his senses: "It seems that Reid is really tired. What are you doing every night?"

Lina's eyes turned around Zhuo Huan and Fucheng, and they laughed meaningfully.

Fucheng moved his gaze away from the man, and he stared straight ahead, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore, the man's hot breath gently sprayed on his clavicle. One click, one click, as if to clearly outline the pulse of this person.

Soon, Lina began to contact Boeing, and Joseph Sr. and Su Fei chatted about other topics. Gradually, these two people suddenly talked about some industries and behaviors that were legal in Dubai but illegal in China.

Su Fei smiled: "RIP is so sleepy, would you do something every night..."

Old Joseph gave him a look that I understand: "Although minors shouldn't talk about this kind of topic, but I think what you said is very possible."

Fucheng: "..."

If it hadn't been for the hotel every night this week, he would go to Zhuohuan's room and help Zhuohuan sort out Roger 318's information, he would have believed it!

The older Joseph said, he crossed the line: "I prefer taller ones, 170 and above. My wife who passed away was 171. This height is quite a lot in the United States, but it is not very common in China."

Su Fei: "I like big eyes and long hair! What do you think RIP looks for every night?"

Old Joseph secretly glanced at Zhuo Huan, and deliberately said in a voice he could hear: "I guess it's hot and sexy, the 90-60-90 kind!"

Lina coughed: "There are still women in the car."

Old Joseph: "Sorry, Lina, please forgive my impoliteness."

After all, Su Fei was still a minor and had no idea about female figure data. He pulled old Joseph: "What does 90-60-90 mean, and what is it like?"

Old Joseph was about to answer when a casual male voice rang out: "Just what I like."

Su Fei and the old Joseph turned their heads to look at Zhuo Huan.

I saw him resting on Fucheng's shoulders, opened his eyes, and looked at them with a smile. "I like it. Sexy and hot. I know how to kiss him. Every night I kiss him. As soon as I touch his waist, he will shake. He is ticklish. I found out early."

Su Fei stared straight: "Are you really looking for a woman every night?!"

Old Joseph blew his whistle and found the point: "Wow, still looking for the same one? Reid, do you like her so much. She is ticklish and sensitive. You know Reid well."

Zhuo Huan leaned on Fucheng's shoulders and smiled lowly: "His waist is so thin that he can't see it when he wears clothes, so beautiful. Well, it's to blame him, he never wears close-fitting clothes. I like to kiss him. His collarbone, then took off his clothes, touched his waist, and when he couldn't bear it, he kissed his lips, eh..."

Fucheng suddenly sat upright, and Zhuo Huan's cheek was hit hard by his shoulder, knocking to the side.

This movement was very natural, and the old Joseph and others didn't think there was anything wrong.

Zhuo Huan touched his painful cheek, raised his head, and called his name: "Fucheng."

Fucheng looked at him lightly: "My shoulders are sore." With that, he stood up and walked to the old Joseph's side, "Would you like to change your position, old Joseph."

Old Joseph said happily: "Of course you can." He walked over and sat down, "Reid, just rest on my shoulders. By the way, you can quietly tell me, hey, where did you find the woman..."

Zhuo Huan sneered, leaned his head back on the chair, closed his eyes and rested, and didn't even plan to rest his head on the generous shoulders of old Joseph.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the investigation headquarters.

Zhuo Huan was the last to get out of the car. He chewed gum, put his hands in his pockets, took a long leg, and got out of the car.

As soon as he got off the car, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from his side: "Have you taken off his clothes, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan moved for a while, he stood up straight and looked aside.

Fucheng leaned on the body of the Rolls-Royce, staring at him with clear eyes.

Zhuo Huan smiled, confidently: "No."

Fucheng glanced at him, then walked away.

Zhuo Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Old Joseph, Su Fei, and Lina walked into the gate of the investigation headquarters with talking and laughing.

Zhuo Huan took Fucheng's wrist and looked up at him: "But I have kissed his collarbone and touched his waist. I want to take off his clothes tonight, OK, Fucheng."

His eyes met, and for a long time, the handsome and beautiful young man said blankly: "Rogge 318's data has been processed."

"Then you can also come to my room."

The fingers of the hand that was not grasped were slightly curled.

Fucheng didn't say a word, and looked at Zhuo Huan quietly.

Zhuo Huan also looked at him, and suddenly, he released his hand holding Fucheng.

Su Fei turned his head: "RIP, Brother Fu, what are you doing."

Fucheng: "Here."

The two moved towards the investigation headquarters together.

After entering the glass door, the cool wind from the air conditioner came onwards, and the hot sunlight was blocked outside the door.

The noisy noises on the street suddenly became much less, and there were not many people in the corridors of the investigation headquarters. Except for the five people from UAAG, only a few people passed by occasionally.

Another GCAA investigator passed by, and Fucheng strode forward. Seeing Su Fei and three of them walking just two or three meters in front of him, he was suddenly dragged from behind. The body's reaction is more than anything else. When this person was dragged and pressed against the corner of the corridor or the blind spot of the surveillance video, Fucheng subconsciously raised his leg to counterattack. Then Zhuo Huan kissed it.

The wrist was tightly grasped.

Old Joseph's laughter echoed in the empty corridor, but the world in front of him was invaded by this man named Zhuo Huan.

After a moment of consternation, slowly, the heart beat violently in his chest.

Fucheng closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue to kiss back.

In the quiet corridor, perhaps because it was too quiet, the sound of intertwined lips and tongue pierced into Fucheng's ears, like an affair, and the stimulation and pleasure made the scalp numb.

The three voices of old Joseph almost disappeared at the end of the corridor, and Zhuo Huan stopped the kiss. He held Fucheng's chin with one hand, his lips were almost on his lips, and his voice was hoarse: "I was on the street just now, I just wanted to kiss you..."

Fucheng lowered his head and panted.

Suddenly, he heard Lina's voice: "Where did Reid and Fu go again?"

The voice fell, it was the sound of Lina's high heels. She came back, getting closer and closer.

Fucheng stiffened, but somehow, instead of pushing away the man in front of him, he opened his eyes wide and looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan also looked at him with low eyes.

No one spoke.

When the blonde was about to walk to the small corner in the corridor, she seemed to notice something and stopped suddenly. Lina turned around and didn't continue looking for people. However, behind her, Zhuo Huan walked out calmly with his hands in his pockets.

"Are the Boeing people contacted?"

Lina turned around, a little surprised: "Reid?"

Zhuo Huan stepped forward: "Did you get in touch?"

Lina: "Well, I've got in touch. Why are you suddenly in a bad mood."

Fucheng came out from the corner and followed.

Hearing Lina's words, Zhuo Huan let out a sneer, and said with a sneer: "No, I'm in a good mood... Fucheng."

Suddenly someone called his name, Fucheng stopped and looked back at him.

Zhuo Huan took out a black room card from his pocket and handed it in front of Lina, the old Joseph and Su Fei. He smiled and said, "Your room card is lost."

Fucheng looked at him in silence, and took it for a long time.

"thanks."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: I'm like a tool man. I'm done with Roger 318 and I'm fine. Fucheng doesn't even look at me anymore.

Fu Chengcheng: ...Just tell me who the person you kissed was just now!Say his name!