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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Sixty"

weight="139756"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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After seven days in a row, everyone reversed day and night and finally finished writing the 631-page investigation report.

In mid-May, GCAA held a press conference in Dubai. The 23-year-old Emirates Airline 411 accident was dust-covered. With another ending, it was once again framed into a book and placed in the data room of the investigation headquarters.

Maiha joked: "Most of the accident investigation reports that year were saved in writing, and each one was written as a thick book and kept in the reference room. Now the main recording method has become an electronic version, and the written version has become one. Kind of form."

Old Joseph said: "So it's a lot more convenient for inquiries."

Maiha nodded: "Yes. I really appreciate Mr. Patrick this time, thank you everyone. I will take you to the airport."

Lina smiled slightly: "No, I have arranged the car."

Maiha said, "I happen to have something to go to the airport, let's go together."

The black Rolls Royce is driving on the long and narrow seaside road, on both sides of the endless coastline, one side is the blue and clear sea, and the other is the fine snow-like white sand. After arriving at Dubai International Airport, Maiha personally sent the five UAAG people into the first-class VIP lounge.

The service of Arab Airlines is still so attentive and considerate. After an hour, everyone boarded the return flight.

The plane was taxiing slowly on the runway. Old Joseph turned off his cell phone and said to everyone, "I really envy Lowens. I didn't understand until today, eighteen years later, that I hadn't been promoted in the NTSB for so long. My ability is not enough. Look at Lowens, I think he is going to be promoted again!"

Su Fei curiously asked, "What happened to Lowens?"

Old Joseph spread his hands: "Just ask, he knows best about the investigation report he wrote."

Su Fei looked at Fucheng.

Fucheng was looking at his mobile phone. Hearing this, he turned off the phone, raised his head, and thought for a while: "Well, it’s nothing, but everyone knows. NTSB Deputy Director Mr. Andrew was investigating the Emirates Airline 411 crash 23 years ago. At that time, he found a key clue and got a promotion opportunity. This was a key turning point in his life. Although the accident investigation has now turned, the speculation of Deputy Director Andrew back then is still correct."

Fucheng put down his mobile phone: "The cause of the accident given by NTSB back then was that the engine fan blades were accidentally damaged in quality, and therefore unexplained fractures. The real reason now found is that the shock wave caused by the explosion inside the fuel tank, the shock wave appeared. Fan blades with accidental quality damage." Paused, "So the most critical reason, he is still right."

Old Joseph: "Understood, Lovins rushed to Dubai non-stop two months ago, trying to wipe his butt for his boss. Now the results come out, his boss has nothing to do, he is still a top air crash investigator. But in In the eyes of Deputy Chief Andrew, Lowens’ status must have been further improved. Hey, do you know what that kid said when he sent me a message?"

Su Fei: "What are you talking about?"

Old Joseph snorted: "He said, when I return to the United States next time, he invites me to dinner to celebrate his promotion! I said he had just been promoted, but he said that he had a hunch, at most another half a year. He may be promoted again! If I spit on Lowens as a flatterer, I will flatter my boss!"

Lina smiled gently and said: "In the workplace, standing right to the team is very important. This situation is common everywhere. Not only the NTSB, but also the United Nations. And I also think that Deputy Director Andrew is a very respectable leader. , Lovins’ praise and following may come from the heart?"

"Ah."

A cold snort of contempt and disdain attracted everyone's attention.

Lina looked at her friend and smiled: "Of course, Reid is a respectable and good boss."

Su Fei: "RIP, will you give us processing money if you flatter you!"

Su Fei just said casually. No one thought that Zhuo Huan would answer him: "Tsk, did you take the shot?"

Su Fei: "...?!"

Damn it? !

The punk boy's eyes lit up, and he half stood up excitedly, and was reminded by the stewardess to sit down quickly. Old Joseph grabbed him a step and said in a sincere tone: "On this plane, I am afraid that no one will admire Reid more than me. I became the chief designer of McFly at the age of 22. Five years ago, I was with him at Roger 318. When I first met at the investigation headquarters, I asked him for an autograph." He looked at Zhuo Huan, "Hey Reid, do you remember this?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows, Yu Guang glanced at Fucheng lightly, with a loose voice: "Oh? It seems there is."

Old Joseph: "Of course there is! I asked, do you know what school Reid graduated from? You are not allowed to say Lina, you are cheating."

The blonde smiled softly and took a sip of coffee.

Su Fei scratched his head: "How do I know that RIP is from Stanford? I know, but how old is he to graduate...17?"

Old Joseph righteously said: "You are not a big fan of Reid at the first glance. Vol, do you know?"

Fucheng's expression was calm: "I don't know."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him.

Old Joseph seriously said: "Sixteen years old! Su Fei, one year earlier than you!"

Su Fei: "..."

Old Joseph blew another flattery, and finally looked at Zhuo Huan expectantly: "Reid, is that enough?"

Zhuo Huan gave a casual laugh, and took apart the blindfold in the drawer next to the seat: "Lina, give them money." After speaking, he put on the blindfold and closed the door of his seat, as if he was ready to sleep.

Old Joseph was not happy for two seconds before he suddenly realized: "Huh? What does it mean to give ‘them’ processing money?"

Lina covered her lips and chuckled: "In fact, when I returned to China this time, Reid planned to give everyone a salary increase. The UAAG budget has been approved again."

Old Joseph: "..."

Su Fei: "Hahahaha, fortunately I haven't had time to blow RIP, I was robbed of you!"

Everyone joked again, and soon, they all closed the doors of their seats and planned to rest.

It takes about nine hours to fly back to Shanghai from Dubai.

Fucheng lay on the bed, connected to the WIFI on the plane, and looked at the phone screen. Suddenly, a message bounced from the top. Fucheng froze for a moment, then clicked on the message.

[Zhuo Huan: Don't you know? 】

There was a long silence.

[Fucheng: What do you know? 】

Zhuo Huan did not reply for a long time.

Just when Fucheng was about to put down his cell phone, he replied with a voice message.

Fingers holding the phone tightened slightly, and Fucheng pressed on the voice message.

"Isn't I very famous in the Chinese aviation industry? Many pilots admire me... Ah, including you?"

The man's sluggish voice sounded lowly, and the last four words also contained a hint of laughter. Fucheng could almost think of it. When this man said this sentence by pressing the voice button, he must have his trademark casual smile on his face.

The exact same question was asked by Zhuo Huan nine months ago and Fucheng answered.

It was in a bar in Helsinki, the capital of Finland.

Does it include you?

Of course it includes.

[Fucheng: Don't you sleep? 】

He did not answer this question.

[Zhuo Huan: Don't you sleep? 】

[Fucheng: I'm checking Facebook. 】

Unexpectedly, Fucheng would answer this way. Zhuo Huan thought that this was some kind of new method invented by the youth. Such a straightforward answer made him startled for a while before sending a question mark.

Fucheng's eyes were calm, he opened Facebook, cut a picture, and sent it to it.

[Fucheng: Amila Betty was funded, and it seems that he has decided to publish a book. But before the release of her new autobiography book, she opened a Facebook account and kept serializing it. 】

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Does it have anything to do with me?

Fucheng looked at the screen of the phone and saw Zhuo Huan sent another question mark, this time sending three question marks at once.

He was silent and shut down Facebook.

Five minutes later, Fucheng got up and went to the bathroom. Before opening the door, he thought for a while, took out his phone, and sent a message. Pulling open the door of the seat, I saw a figure in the light, and with myself, got up and walked to the front of the first-class cabin.

Fu Chengmian walked in front of him unchanged, and Zhuo Huan followed behind him with his hands in his pockets.

No one paid attention to their movements one after the other, pushed open the bathroom door, Fucheng walked in, but did not close the door. When Zhuo Huan walked in, he saw the handsome and beautiful young man leaning on the wall next to the door. The bright light was shining in the depths of his pupils, and he raised his head slightly, looking at Zhuo Huan silently.

The door closed with a click.

In the quiet bathroom, the roar of aircraft engines hummed.

The toilets in the first-class cabin of the Emirates are incredibly big, like a five-star hotel.

Zhuo Huan held Fucheng's face, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him with his head down. Saliva overflowed from the corners of the intertwined lips, and the man let him go after his lips were red and swollen.

The two of them touched their foreheads and gasped gently.

"including me."

Zhuo Huan was slightly startled, looking down at the young man in front of him. He turned the corners of his mouth, lazily: "Huh?"

Fucheng looked up at him. The extreme distance gave him an illusion, as if he could grab this brilliant star as soon as he stretched out his hand. He opened his lips and his heart was beating in his chest.

Fucheng didn't speak for a long time, and Zhuo Huan kissed it again.

What he wanted to say was blocked in this fierce tender kiss, Fucheng closed his eyes, hugged his back, and opened his lips to kiss back.

"Of course there are people on this plane who know you better than old Joseph.

Not Lina. 』

The Emirates Airline 411 crash is completely over, but the story that belongs to it has not stopped.

Amila Beatty, the survivor of the 411 air crash of Emirates, is also a new eyewitness who suddenly appeared 23 years later.

She suddenly started to serialize articles on Facebook, telling about her experience 23 years ago, that day, that half an hour, and even the next 23 years of life.

At first, only Fucheng noticed that Betty posted serial articles on Facebook. After returning to Shanghai, he stopped reading Betty's articles, but Lina and Su Fei showed interest and updated them every day.

Su Fei: "This is true and false, and it's too touching. Brother Fu, do you know what she wrote in the update today."

Fucheng looked up at him: "Huh?"

Su Fei: "She said that she was able to board the plane because the businessman in Dubai who was keeping her wanted to take her abroad. But the businessman was sitting in business class and only bought her an economy class ticket. That was the first time in her life. Once on a plane, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to touch anything. Sitting next to her was an old Australian couple. They were very kind. They talked to Betty and helped her with luggage."

Old Joseph: "That's it?"

Su Fei: "I haven't finished it yet! Betty said that at the moment of the air crash, the grandmother sitting on her left side strongly shook her hand and encouraged her not to be afraid. She was only nineteen years old at the time, this The touch of the old lady's warm hand gave her an unforgettable memory in her life. For the next 23 years, she felt the power of that warm hand every day, but the old couple died!"

Zhuo Huan happened to pour a cup of coffee and walked past the office area. He sneered, "It's a good make."

Su Fei: "..."

"Okay, I guess it was made up."

Lina said, "Not necessarily. There are quite a lot of survivors of the Emirates Airline 411 crash, but as far as I know, there is indeed an old couple from Australia sitting next to Amila Beatty's seat, and they are unfortunate. , Really killed."

Old Joseph: "The half-truth and half-false story is the most touching? But I can guarantee that if you give the lady another chance, she will not tell the truth back then. This is what her eyes told me. But it didn't make it. What's the big mistake? There have been related cases before the real cause of the 411 air crash of Emirates, which has attracted the attention of the industry for a long time."

Su Fei began to look for a companion: "Fu, do you think what she said is true?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "At least for her, she thinks it's true."

Old Joseph clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, everyone, don't say anything about Amila Beatty. Hey, go to Reid's to eat barbecue tonight, are you ready for my birthday present?"

Old Joseph’s birthday was in late April, but when he was birthday, everyone was busy contacting the Zina laboratory to do experiments together, and he didn’t even care about his birthday. So after returning to Shanghai, Lina decided to make a birthday for him, even Zhuo Huan objected.

Su Fei: "Of course you are ready, just wait and see."

Old Joseph looked at Lina, before waiting for Lina to speak, he said: "It's good to have your blessings, Lina, I'm so touched that you still remember my birthday."

Then, he looked at Fucheng.

Fucheng opened the drawer and was about to take out the gift bag.

Old Joseph hurriedly said: "Wait to Reid's house to get it again, it's not good to get it now...Fuck, Martell?!"

Fucheng smiled and handed it over: "Happy birthday, old Joseph."

Old Joseph happily took over the paper bag with the Martell winery logo, and said, "Fuck, you really know me too well."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, everyone left work early with Zhuo Huan's permission.

When he came downstairs at Zhuo Huan's house, Uncle Zhuo suddenly called. He frowned and gave the key card to Lina, asking her to take everyone up first, and walked aside to answer the phone.

Looking at Zhuo Huan's back, Fucheng walked into the gate with Su Fei and Old Joseph.

Suddenly, Yu Guangzhong caught a slender and charming figure, Fucheng was stunned, and he immediately turned his head to look. However, he didn't see anyone. He looked at the empty lobby on the first floor and frowned slowly.

Old Joseph: "Fuck, why aren't you leaving?"

Fucheng: "It's nothing, it seems to have admitted the wrong person."

He strode to follow.

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Wow, Fucheng took the initiative to send a message to me to find him. Look, I don't need to say that sentence, right?

Fu Orange Orange:...

Zhuo Anxi: He had a crush on me from the beginning [serious face]

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