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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Fifty Nine"

weight="139743"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the dimly lit bedroom, the blackout curtains are half drawn, and the bright moonlight is reflected in the white inner screens. In the dim room, one can see the vast expanse of the sea outside the huge French windows, and the sultry moonlight reflected gracefully on the sea.

There was silence in the room, only the sound of splashing water rang in the bathroom.

Fucheng lowered his eyes, leaned on the bed, and smoked quietly.

Suddenly the phone rang, but he didn't hear it, and it took a few seconds before he recovered. The phone was thrown at the foot of the bed along with her pajamas when she was undressing. Stretching out his hand to take the mobile phone that fell on the ground, the tingling pain that was hard to ignore made Fucheng's movements froze in midair. He pursed his lips, bent over without hesitation, and picked up the phone.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Huan wiped his hair and opened the bathroom door, and saw that the young man who was supposed to be lying on the bed was already standing by the bed at this moment. Fucheng put on his trousers, his soft hair was stuck with sweat on his forehead, he bent down and picked up his shirt, buttoning it.

Zhuo Huan stood by the bedroom door, looking at him silently.

He watched Fucheng button the buttons to the top one by one.

"The top two don't need to be buckled."

Fucheng stopped moving and looked up at him.

Zhuo Huan only wrapped his lower body with a white towel, leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a smile. "If you buckle it, you won't see the collarbone, and the hickey on it."

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng buttoned up all the buttons of his pajamas, and then he started to walk.

Zhuo Huan took his arm: "What are you going to do?"

Fucheng said lightly: "Professor Tsuna just sent me an email about the experiment."

Zhuo Huan was stunned.

Fucheng broke away from his hand, calmly about to move away again, Zhuo Huan grabbed his wrist. Fu Cheng frowned when he used a lot of strength. Zhuo Huan was directly grinned by him. He opened his eyes wide, staring at the young man in front of him, and asked incredulously: "You fucking just slept with me, and now you tell me you want to go back and write a report?!"

The part where the wrist was being grasped was a little hot. Fucheng remained silent for a few seconds before looking up at him: "This investigation report is to integrate the records of two accident investigations, and it contains a lot of content."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth and scolded: "I suddenly felt that the person who was fucked just now was me, not you."

Fucheng shook his hand directly and walked out of the bedroom.

However, the next moment, a pair of thin but powerful arms hugged him from behind, preventing Fucheng from moving. The body froze suddenly, and Zhuo Huan hugged the person from behind. He wanted to curse, but the curse came to his lips, touching the young man's waist through his pajamas, and all choked in his throat.

...It's so damn fine!

While biting this person's earlobe, Zhuo Huan whispered in an ambiguous voice: "Go and take a bath first, you didn't even take a bath."

Fucheng was silent for a long time: "I'll go back and wash."

"Do you want me to help you?"

Fucheng looked back at him.

Zhuo Huan raised the corners of his mouth: "Help you take a bath."

Fucheng: "..."

He thought it was to help him write a report.

Zhuo Huan didn't have the patience to waste time with the young man in front of him. He forcefully pushed Fucheng into the bathroom and threw him a pair of underwear.

"Newly dismantled, not through yet."

Fucheng looked at the label on the underwear, a luxury brand starting with P. It feels new to the touch, and the fabric is still a bit stiff, so it shouldn't be worn.

Fucheng still wanted to speak, and Zhuo Huan slammed the door shut.

"If you want me to take a bath for you, just say, if it's not convenient."

Fucheng: "..."

"very convenient!"

"Tsk."

After closing the bathroom door, the man's cold eyes were stained with a faint smile. Zhuo Huan never liked blowing hair. In his opinion, blowing hair is a very time-consuming thing. He threw the damp towel on the ground, found the cigarette case from his pants pocket, and lit a cigarette.

Twenty minutes later, Fucheng came out of the bathroom without seeing the man in the bedroom. He froze for a moment, walked out of the room, and saw the light in the study room turned on. The large desk was cluttered with various materials. It was the calculation data on the location of the Luoge 318 that the two of them had compiled in the past seven days.

Zhuo Huan only put on a pair of trousers casually. He sat on the sofa, stepped on the coffee table with one foot, looked down at the laptop screen on his lap, bit a cigarette in his mouth, and typed cracklingly.

Fucheng knocked on the door: "Professor Tsuna told me that he sent you the experimental data."

Zhuo Huan raised his head to look at him, and his eyes fell on Fucheng's tightly buttoned pajamas for two seconds. He snorted: "Yeah."

Fucheng walked over and sat beside Zhuo Huan: "Are you writing an experimental data report?"

Zhuo Huan's gaze has been staring at the computer screen, and he lazily said, "Can't you see it."

Fucheng: "This is the report I want to write."

Zhuo Huan let out a "ha" laugh. He took out a hand and unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of Fucheng's pajamas. He glanced with satisfaction at the hickey on the young man's left shoulder and his clavicle, his tone was confident: "You want to write this. At least two days. I only use three hours."

"Oh, then you can write it."

Zhuo Huan was startled, he reacted: "Fucheng, what are you doing."

Fucheng stood up and looked down at him from a height: "Don't you always wait for me to ask for your help, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan was taken by the army. He was stunned for a moment, stopped typing to write a report, and threw the computer aside. He leaned back on the sofa, looked up at Fucheng, and said casually: "You asked for help, Fucheng? This is the first time I have seen you with such a respectful attitude."

Fucheng lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.

Zhuo Huan spread his hands: "Tsk, stop writing, you go back to your room...well..."

The young man put his hands on the back of the sofa, lowered his head, and kissed the man's lips.

This posture is always very awkward, so he straddles his legs, closes his eyes, and kisses gently.

Zhuo Huan was stunned from the beginning and fell into this kiss. He put his arms around Fucheng's waist, raised his head and kissed his lips. In the quiet study room, there was a deep gasp and the tangled sound of lips and tongue.

After a long time, when the kiss ended, Fucheng lowered his head and panted.

Zhuo Huan leaned on the sofa to look at him, his gaze slowly moved down from the young man's red lips, like a perspective, passing through the obstructing pajamas, he seemed to see the beautiful body of the man in front of him. An hour ago, he watched it heartily and touched it without any barriers. But now, even if the person in front of him endures well, he can't do it a second time.

If you really want to do it, Fucheng may not get out of bed tomorrow.

Zhuo Huan patted Fucheng's waist lightly: "Go down, I will write a report."

Fucheng sat aside, and Zhuo Huan put the laptop on his lap again. He seemed to be in a very happy mood, and he was much faster when typing. Fucheng sat beside him, looking at the complicated and cumbersome physical formulas and mathematical equations on the computer screen. They were not sluggish at all, and they crackled from the man's fingertips.

For some reason, suddenly felt that the world was extremely peaceful.

Fucheng was a little sleepy.

Zhuo Huan's typing stopped for a moment. He turned his head slightly and saw that the young man was asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Pina's eyelashes grow outrageously, and the light is so dense that they fall under the eyes, forming fan-shaped shadows. Zhuo Huan gave his mouth lightly, then pinched the unfinished cigarettes and crushed the ash into the ashtray on the coffee table.

In the study, only the rhythm of typing words kept ringing.

...

The experiment with Teiichi Tsuna has ended. Investigators in Dubai no longer need to adjust to Tokyo time. They go to the warehouse at 6 o'clock every morning to wait for the experiment.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the extended Rolls Royce stopped for a long time in front of the hotel.

Lina, Su Fei and Old Joseph were sitting in the car. The investigation has been completely concluded, and only the final report is left. The three of them are in a very good mood and have been talking and laughing.

The car door suddenly opened, and Fucheng was the first to bend in.

Behind him, Zhuo Huan yawned, strode forward, and got into the carriage.

When everyone was there, Lina picked up the microphone and talked to the driver: "It's time to start, thank you."

Soon, the car started moving slowly.

After Fucheng sat down, he took out his cell phone and contacted Lowens. NTSB still has some information, he needs Lowens to help him sort it out. After getting in the car, Zhuo Huan sat next to Fucheng, tilted his head, and leaned on his shoulder to sleep.

Su Fei: "I told you that this morning I confirmed with the people at the sea bottom restaurant that there is a king squid! The waiter who asked before didn’t understand at all, and he said no. Let me just say, we have so many people. It's impossible to admit it wrong. It's not a weird cap jellyfish, I can't recognize it."

Old Joseph laughed: "The mikola jellyfish is very poisonous, and it can't be found in the underwater restaurant."

Lina laughed when she heard the words, and she looked at Fucheng: "It's 37°C today, Fu, why do you wear so thick."

Fucheng paused with the phone in his hand. He raised his head and smiled, "Is there any?"

Lina smiled: "Yes. Long-sleeved shirts, aren't you hot." She thought, "Is it because the clothes you brought have not been washed in the hotel. Do you want me to buy a new one for you? How many times have I been to Dubai? Second, knowing where to buy clothes is best."

Fucheng: "Thank you, but no need, Lina. I think it's okay, and it's not very hot."

Lina's gaze stopped for a second on all the buttons of Fucheng's shirt. She smiled and shook her head: "You're welcome."

After arriving at the investigation headquarters, everyone began to collect and sort out the report data of Emirates 411.

The Emirates Airline 411 crash occurred 23 years ago. It took more than a year of investigation that year and wrote a 183-page investigation report. To write an investigation report now, it is necessary to write down the investigation process, the cause of the accident and the report result of the year, and write the current one. At the same time, every detail in the two accident reports should be elaborated.

The accident investigation report of the air crash is not as simple as simply explaining the reasons.

It needs to take care of every aspect and every detail.

Because the airplane is a giant machine accurate to micrometers, and the air crash is the result of countless incredible coincidences.

Lina took a cup of coffee from the pantry and delivered it to everyone's table.

Lina: "By the way, Rolls-Royce and Boeing's public relations department have begun to contact each other."

Su Fei said excitedly: "A few meanings, is this going to be pinched?"

Old Joseph waved his hand: "How can these two behemoths really go to war. Rolls-Royce is the best aircraft engine manufacturer, and Boeing is no less. In addition to airplanes, there are various other aircraft. They have cooperated well. There are too many fields. Not to mention that Rolls-Royce’s stock price fell by less than 1 point due to the 411 air crash 23 years ago. Even if it fell by 3 points, these two big companies are still the best. Partners, no one can lose anyone."

Fucheng was also a little curious. He looked at Lina: "What did Rolls-Royce say?"

Lina held the coffee and laughed: "I just want to have one more bargaining chip in the next Boeing 797 project. But they always have the upper hand. After all, the McFly F485 will have a great impact on Boeing's passenger aircraft business. If the Boeing 797, which is still in the design plan, can’t recover this disadvantage, Boeing may really be hurting itself.”

"Who signed the F485 order again?"

Everyone looked back at Zhuo Huan.

I saw that Uncle Zhuo woke up at some point. But Fucheng felt that he might not fall asleep at first. In such a noisy environment, it is absolutely impossible for a nervous person to fall asleep. It's just that he has been lying on the sofa, resting his eyes closed.

Lina raised the coffee cup towards Zhuohuan and made a gesture of clinking glasses. "Reid, you're so good-for-nothing. I just casually said that you know that an airline has signed Mai Fei's list."

Zhuo Huan sat up straight, his face full of irritability, and he pulled his neckline impatiently. "Who?"

Lina: "It's far in the sky, right in front of you."

Zhuo Huan: "Ahang?"

Lina smiled and nodded: "Yes. It has been five years since the last time Emirates Airline purchased a batch of passenger planes. As you know, their average age is only 55 months. McFei F485 is currently the most advanced large-scale civil aircraft. Airliner, except that it is a bit more expensive, it has nothing wrong with it. And the worst thing about Emirates Airline is money, isn’t it?"

Fucheng glanced at Zhuo Huan and asked, "How many frames did you buy?"

Lina looked at him: "16 Maifei F475, 72 Maifei F485."

Zhuo Huan: "Are they crazy? No plane, buy 72 large long-distance airliners at once?"

Lina looked at him seriously: "Because it is Emirates."

"...Shit."

Zhuo Huan got up, took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and left the office.

After he left, Su Fei dared to ask: "Why would RIP be unhappy when Emirates bought a McFly aircraft?"

Old Joseph: "You also found him upset?"

Su Fei: "..."

Su Fei: "I'm not blind!"

Uncle Zhuo almost put the five characters "I am very upset" on his head.

Fucheng was silent: "Why?"

Lina glanced at him and smiled: "I may not be able to answer you other questions, but I can probably guess some of this question. Four years ago...oh no, it was five years ago to be precise. Five You all know about the Roger 318 crash a year ago, right?"

Su Fei: "Of course! The biggest air crash of the Maifei F485 is the only one with victims since its first flight. I also know that RIP is about to go bankrupt because he is fishing for this plane! "

Lina: "You know so much, add ten. It's very simple. An air crash for which the cause has not been found out. If it is really a problem with the design of the aircraft itself, then every Maifei flying in the sky F485 is a time bomb."

Everyone was stunned.

Fucheng looked at the end of the corridor outside the office, Zhuo Huan happened to have already reached there, and he disappeared after a turn.

After a long time, Su Fei couldn't believe it and said: "This reason is too strange. Then according to this statement, there are more than two air crashes in the world for which no cause has been found. Boeing, Airbus, Maifei, Both. In this case, isn't every plane in the sky a time bomb?"

Old Joseph also found it incredible: "Reid is angry because of this?"

Lina blinked innocently. "I guess."

Everyone: "..."

Lina: "Do you think anyone in the world can guess what Reid is thinking every day? Among my friends, Reid is the most elusive one. I never know what he is thinking. The first time I saw him, it was Six years old, he was seven at the time, at a dinner party for the Patrick family. Do you know what Reid was doing at the time?"

Su Fei: "What do you do?"

Lina recalled for a long while, she gradually closed her smile, her eyes sank, she was learning to imitate Zhuo Huan's expression at the time, looking at everyone indifferently.

"I heard that the trajectory of the leaves is regular and can be calculated. I want to figure out which pebble it will fall on when the next leaf falls."

After saying this, Lina laughed again: "This is the first time I saw Reid in the garden, what he said to us. I think I will never forget it in my life, because it is so cool. NS."

Old Joseph laughed and said, "I was still playing Lego when I was seven!"

Su Fei: "Then I am different. I have already started to learn Mathematical Olympiad. What's so cool about RIP is that he is all wrong. If you really want to calculate the falling trajectory of a leaf under non-experimental conditions, you let him do it. Ah, even if he has the ability, I don't think he can count it!"

Lina showed a disgusting expression for the first time: "Su Fei, you are really not romantic. You are really just a child." After that, she turned her head to look at Fucheng and smiled: "Fu, do you feel romantic?"

A few seconds later, Fucheng laughed: "Romantic."

Old Joseph: "I also think it's very romantic and cool!"

Su Fei was dissatisfied and said, "But he just can't figure it out, what a seven-year-old kid knows. RIP is only seven years old, so he can act like that, hey."

"Boast, do you know what it means."

A slightly ironic voice came from the direction of the door, and everyone looked up at the people coming.

I saw Zhuo Huan's arms around his chest, leaning on the glass door frame, looking at Su Fei disdainfully. He raised an eyebrow: "I don't know which word? B-o-a-s-t, boom, have you heard of it."

Su Fei: "Of course I know. Boast, brag, brag. Isn't this you, RIP?"

Zhuo Huan stepped into the house: "I allow you to use boast to describe me, because its verb is'something worth boasting about'. It just so happens that I have a lot of things worth boasting about. It is very appropriate to describe me with it. But if you want to use boast to describe me... Heh, underage, did you learn Chinese with your toes?"

Su Fei: "..."

Lina clapped her hands: "Applause for you, Reid."

Uncle Zhuo didn't bother to give this group of people a look, he walked to his seat and turned on the computer.

After a while, Fucheng's cell phone rang, and he opened it.

[Zhuo Huan: The buttons are so tight. 】

Fucheng raised his head and saw a certain man looking at the computer screen blankly, typing and writing a report listlessly.

After a moment of silence, Fucheng replied to him: [Hmm. 】

[Zhuo Huan: Let go of the first one, let me take a look. 】

[Fucheng: What to look at. 】

[Zhuo Huan: Look at my kiss. 】

Fucheng: "..."

He didn't write the report at all, Zhuo Huan took the phone, looked at the words on the screen, and laughed. Unfortunately, Fucheng didn't reply to him again.

Zhuo Huan gave a tweet, and was about to type again, but when he heard Lina "Hey" in surprise, she said, "There is something, I think you should know."

Everyone looked at her together.

Lina held her mobile phone and smiled helplessly: "I contacted someone from the UAE Immigration Authority before, because the cause of the accident has been investigated, and the witness, Amila Beatty, can be extradited back to China. It was originally scheduled for this afternoon. , She boarded the plane back to Yemen. But someone from the Immigration Administration told me that she would not leave, and someone released her on bail."

Everyone was surprised: "Who?"

Yamila Beatty, the survivor of the Emirates Airline 411 crash, was also an eyewitness to key evidence.

Originally, she should have returned to Yemen long ago, back to her motherland where she was in the midst of war. But for various reasons, she was temporarily stayed. And now, someone actually wants to keep her in Dubai? !

Lina: "Who is it? This is confidential. But it has nothing to do with this accident, just because Amila Beatty has other uses. Don't get me wrong, this is not my adjective, I never use A person is likened to a commodity, describing her usefulness. It's the other person's original words. Besides, if my message is correct..."

Looking up at her companion, Lina smiled helplessly: "She may be publishing a book."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Fucheng is so fucking hard! Just finished bed, he told me, he wants to go back to work? Hold? !

Fu Chengcheng: Isn't it the job you arranged for me [without expression]