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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty Six"

weight="139896"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Unalaska, Alaska, United States.

A young man with short brown hair was standing on the pier. He was wearing a white fisherman's hat to block the blazing sun. But to his disappointment, the Aleutian Islands in October still had the most venomous weather on every island. The sea breeze hung his cheeks like a knife. The ultraviolet rays were permeable. Every pore on his body was hot from inward. Exothermic gas is emitted outside.

"Oh Shit, I dare to swear, these winds are full of sand! I feel them, every time they are like small needles, they are piercing my skin!"

The subordinates who accompanied him said helplessly: "Mr. Lawrence, this is the way it is. I am afraid it will be slightly cooler next month, but the sun will always be this big. Because this is the Pacific Ocean."

Lawrence Hall showed an ugly look: "I wish I would never use this ghost place again!"

There is a long and narrow belt of small volcanic islands between the Bering Sea and the North Pacific. This is the famous Aleutian Islands.

The Aleutian Islands consist of about 300 extremely small volcanic islands, and more than fifty volcanoes are densely distributed among them. Not all of the more than 300 small islands are suitable for human habitation. Almost half of the small islands are uninhabited and unsuitable for human habitation. When Lawrence arrived in Unalaska, he even thought, if the fragment of the plane did not float to Unalaska, but landed on any uninhabited island in the Aleutian Islands, he might not be able to find it in his next life!

The Aleutian Islands have a permanent population of 8,000, of which 4,000 live on the island of Unalaska.

This small island is one of the largest fishing grounds in the United States.

After arriving by boat at the Unalaska Pier, Lawrence took the car to the place where the plane debris was found.

Lawrence: "Maybe it's another trip in vain. This is Alaska. It's almost Russia. I remember that the westernmost part of the Aleutian Islands is Russian territory. How could the debris of Roger 318 float here? It came from Boston. After taking off, it flies west and south. How far do you have to get lost before you can come here?"

The subordinate also nodded: "I have paid the local fishermen who found the debris to clean up the debris from the debris before we come. The debris in the photo is full of fishing nets and seaweed. At least let it be. Become cleaner."

Lawrence muttered, "I hope it's not a waste of my time."

The two soon came to the beach on the other side of the island.

Here, a shed has already been set up temporarily to place the fragment of the plane that floated on the beach. Contacting the staff guarding the debris, Lawrence led his men down the beach. He pushed open the iron door of the simple shed, and suddenly, the strong beach sun and the dim indoor environment caused him to have a short-term blindness.

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, but at this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.

Lawrence seemed to hear his heartbeat.

Plop, plop.

In the dark world, he heard the buzzing of the sea breeze blowing into the tattered shed, and the swearing and swearing of fishermen on the beach. It seemed that he had suddenly met destiny. He had found nothing and saw nothing, but he suddenly felt that a fiery fire belonging to fate was burning in his dark world.

Gradually there was light in front of his eyes, and he saw a piece of broken aircraft wreckage.

Fishing nets, seaweed, dirt, all the things that covered the tail wing in the photos were removed, so what appeared in front of us was a red-and-white patterned aircraft tail wreckage.

And where most of it has been corroded, two clear English letters are revealed——

『RO』

ROGGE.

Roger.

The mouth slowly widened.

The men around him were surprised: "RO? Mr. Lawrence, this must be the wreckage of Roger 318. This is too similar, it must be! Do you need me to notify Mr. Patrick immediately."

"and many more."

"Mr. Lawrence?"

"I personally called him."

Three times, the wreckage of Roger 318 has been found three times.

However, there has never been a time when he was shaken decisively like now. Almost impatiently, Lawrence Hall took out his cell phone. He eagerly walked out of the shed and made the call. After the call was picked up, it was the other party's suppressed anger "**", and the thought of "China seems to be early in the morning" flashed in his mind, but Lawrence didn't have time to think too much, he eagerly opened his mouth. , Said quickly: "Reid, I personally came to the scene and I am sure that it is a fragment of Roger 318..."

"No, no, this time is different, I have a hunch, a strong hunch, God told me, it must be possible, it is it!"

"Trust me, it's been more than two years, Reid, I think we will finally find it!"

On the other side of the ocean, China, Shencheng.

Fucheng was sleeping when he suddenly heard a rustling noise next to him. With a click, the bedside lamp was turned on. The dizzy yellow lights spread out in the room, Fucheng narrowed his eyes by the light, and he asked softly: "Zhuo Huan?"

Lifting the quilt and putting on the pajamas twice, Zhuo Huan turned around and put a kiss on his lips.

The two kissed for a while.

Zhuo Huan: "I'm going to the study."

Fucheng gradually woke up: "What's the matter?"

Zhuo Huan: "That fragment should belong to Roger 318."

Fucheng was completely awake now, he straightened his body and asked, "Do you need help."

Zhuo Huan: "No, this is the beginning."

Fucheng: "What?"

Zhuo Huan buttoned his pajamas one by one, with an indifferent expression and a calm tone, as if he was just saying a trivial matter: "Based on ocean currents, monsoon changes, and ocean weather in the past three months, calculate the reduction of drifting points. Range. Fucheng, sleep a little longer, at least a week in the future, there will be enough things for you to be busy."

Fucheng looked at him steadily, and after a few seconds, he stood up and put on his clothes.

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Huh?"

Fucheng: "Isn't it a busy week? Let's start now."

Looking at the youth's face for a long time, Zhuo Huan laughed dumbly and turned to the study. Fucheng followed behind him and also walked in. But for a while, the lights in the study were on, and there was a crackling keyboard click.

Many people, from the Salvage Company, from the University of California Supercomputing Laboratory...

At the same moment, half a distance of the earth, they all put down all their work and started their fourth calculation and work on the wreckage of Roger 318.

Zhuo Huan was having a multi-person conversation with Professor Robert and Lawrence. They had just concluded a heated discussion and agreed on this calculation.

In the video, Professor Robert laughed and said: "You’re lucky, Reid, maybe as Lawrence said, this is probably fate. Two days ago, the government just ended the expropriation of Canada’s supercomputing, and now you have to use it. I think I will find it this time."

Zhuo Huan let out a soft "Oh": "You believe me?"

The winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics, Robert Gatsby smiled slightly: "Reid, I am a pure materialist, but before I close my eyes and leave this world, I can't guarantee that one day I will be like Just like Einstein, he suddenly believed in fate. Questions you can’t answer, answers you can’t figure out. When I no longer have the strength and time to think about it, I’m willing to attribute this unsolvable answer to mine. destiny."

Lawrence interrupted their conversation mercilessly: "Reid, I'm sending you the photo I just took. I have arranged a freighter to ship it to Los Angeles."

The video conference hangs up.

But after a long time, Zhuo Huan received photos of the wreckage from Lawrence. He quietly looked at the red and white tail wing fragments, almost at the first glance when he saw it, he was sure that this was Roger 318.

For McFly F485, he has carefully studied every part of it. No one in the world knows the McFly F485 better than him, not even Thor Reiner, who has been its chief designer for thirteen years.

Fucheng walked in with coffee, and he handed the coffee with four lumps of sugar to Zhuo Huan, holding a cup of clear coffee. Standing next to the desk, Fucheng looked down at the picture on the computer screen, and he was slightly taken aback: "The wreckage of the airplane's tail?"

Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee and raised his eyes to look at him, a little surprised: "Is it a tail wing?"

Although this piece of wreckage remained almost intact, it was still severely corroded. Zhuo Huan could recognize the tail wing at a glance because he was the chief designer of the aircraft. Lawrence can recognize it because he is the person in charge of a professional salvage company, and he has been responsible for the salvage work of the Roger 318 after the crash and disappearance. He knows every detail of the plane.

But it was really rare for Fucheng to recognize it all at once.

Fucheng was silent, he didn't answer, but took out his phone and turned out a photo.

It was a bright and spacious plane in the sun.

Smooth and beautiful lines, clean red and white colors, sunlight shining on the cold metal skin, glowing with a light and elegant cool color. The subject of this photo is the tail wing of an airplane. A huge airline logo is spray-painted on it, followed by five letters on the bottom——

ROGGE.

Roger.

Fucheng: "This is the rear wing of Roger 318."

Zhuo Huan looked up at him, as if asking why you had this picture.

Obviously, this photo was taken before the Rogge 318 crashed.

Recalling a long time ago, Fucheng's voice was calm: "I didn't shoot it. After the crash, I met a family member of the victim, Uncle Vince. His name is Vince Presley."

Zhuo Huan: "Presley? Amy Presley?"

Fucheng: "Yes, Uncle Vince’s daughter, Amy, was one of the victims of Roger 318. By coincidence, she was sitting next to my uncle and aunt. Amy rarely traveled far, the time she left Boston, it was She left her hometown for the first time and decided to live in another city. She sat on Roger 318. She is a person who loves photography. Before boarding the plane, she took this photo of the tail wing and sent it to her father and told him about herself We boarded the plane smoothly. It's just a pity that this is the last message she sent."

Zhuo Huan looked at the photo quietly. After a while, he retracted his gaze and said to Fucheng: "The marine meteorological report of the North Pacific in the past three months has been sent to your mailbox, and it has been sorted and sent to me."

Fucheng put away his phone: "Okay."

The screen of the mobile phone that put back in pocket dimmed after a few seconds. On the darkened screen, there was a bright and simple airplane tail.

In the hardest year ever, Vince Presley woke up from a nightmare every night. He could only shed tears on his face, turn on the phone, watch the last message his daughter sent to himself, and then fall asleep in crying.

[Amy: It's about to board the plane, Dad, I'll give you a message later. Love you, good night! [picture]】

University of California, Berkeley, Supercomputing Laboratory.

After five consecutive days, the salvage company that Lawrence was in charge of along the Aleutian Islands began to search around. Professor Robert and Zhuo Huan, together with several professors from the University of Sydney and Harvard University, calculated the location where the plane might crash.

This is really a sleepless five days and five nights.

When the researcher under his hand entered all the data into the supercomputing, Professor Robert was relieved. He drank his coffee: "Okay, let's leave everything to the computer now. Believe it, I will give it three days later. A suitable fishing range."

Lawrence: "I need this area to be reduced to at least 3000 square kilometers."

Robert: "Dear Lawrence, you must be joking with me. Ten thousand square kilometers, this is the limit."

Lawrence: "Can 5,000 square kilometers?"

Robert shook his head solemnly: "Ten thousand, computers will not bargain with you, Lawrence, please recognize the reality."

Lawrence: "Oh Fuck! Hey, why did Reid quit the video?"

Robert smiled: "Did you not see his tired look just now. I think he should have not closed his eyes for at least two days. Let this poor man sleep a little longer."

In the video, Lawrence spread his hands helplessly.

As Robert Gatsby said, Zhuo Huan did not rest for a long time. But not two days, but three days and two nights. He was almost on the verge of mental depression, and the string in his mind was tightly stretched and broke when touched.

When Fucheng came back from UAAG, he saw Zhuo Huan lying on the sofa in the study, frowning and falling asleep. He thought for a while, brought a blanket from the bedroom, but when he covered it with Zhuo Huan, he woke him up.

Opening his eyes, he found that the person in front of him was Fucheng, Zhuo Huan glanced at him, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

After Fucheng covered the blanket, he walked out of the room lightly, turned off the light in the study, and closed the door.

After sleeping until the next morning, Zhuo Huan still did not wake up.

Fucheng chose the latter between "Go and call this person to get up for breakfast" and "Let him sleep for a while." He put the food in the refrigerator and left a note on the table. When he arrived at the UAAG headquarters, Old Joseph looked behind Fucheng and said in surprise: "Reid isn't coming today."

Fucheng: "He is resting."

Su Fei: "It's been six or seven days, right? Have you found Roger 318."

Fucheng shook his head: "I just entered the data into the super-calculation, and it should take two days to wait for the final result of the super-calculation. This is just to determine a reduced salvage range. After that, the salvage company needs to be extremely broad in this area. Continue to search within the range. Even if the three salvage companies are together, it will take at least half a month."

Lina smiled and walked over: "Everything must always be good. Maybe we should think about it now. After finding Roger 318 in half a month, we are going to the United States to investigate this accident."

Su Fei: "No, Lina, you are wrong. You may not be able to investigate directly if you find it."

Lina was taken aback.

Su Fei looked serious: "First of all, you have to be clear that the Roger 318 model is a Maifei F485, and its empty weight alone is more than 300 tons. Even if it crashes when it crashes into the sea, count it as three knots. Well, that section must have at least 100 tons. Secondly, it has not been found in the sea for so long, and it has not been washed up by the tide. The depth of the fall is very deep. Then the problem is here, you want to put a Hundreds of tons of things were fished out of the sea... Do you know how difficult it is?"

Old Joseph looked at the punk boy with interest: "Oh, you know?"

Old God Su Fei nodded his head, with a high-level demeanor: "Of course, I still know a little bit about salvaging a deep-sea sunken ship. It will take me at least a month to just get it up!"

Old Joseph: "Are you not a computer professional, do you know this?"

Su Fei: "As soon as Emperor Tsuna told me, his professor of physics at East University also understood this kind of thing. I didn't say that if RIP really finds Roger 318, you might have to ask Tsuna to come and help. To get the plane out of the sea!"

Lina smiled lightly and said, "You have a good relationship with Professor Tsuna."

Su Fei smiled: "Revolutionary Friendship, I sometimes go shopping on his computer, and once I found a film."

Everyone: "..."

Su Fei sighed and exclaimed: "Knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, you don't know, the movie of that guy Jinna is still curious and heavy. But as a friend, I helped him delete it very intimately. Watching this kind of thing affects both body and mind. healthy."

Hearing this, Fucheng was a little surprised. He really didn't think that Professor Tsuna would put A-films in his work computer, and he was still a heavy taste of A-films: "Are you sure you read it right."

Su Fei: "That must be, I clicked on it and took a look, wow, very hot eyes!"

Old Joseph laughed and said, "Is it possible that he deliberately put it in the computer for you to see, and wants to leave you a psychological shadow, so that you won't be looking at his computer information in the future?"

Su Fei was dumbfounded: "..."

"Isn't it, can this be the case?"

"Damn! Emperor Tsunai is not righteous!"

Everyone: "..."

Who on earth is not righteous, don't you know in your heart?

Time passed day by day.

The Supercomputing Laboratory of the University of California gave a reduced salvage scope three days later. The three salvage companies determined the area and started salvaging at the same time.

Soon, half a month passed.

UAAG members who are not entrusted do not really do nothing every day. After Zhuo Huan returned to the UAAG headquarters, Su Fei casually said, "It's so boring, why don't we continue to have a holiday, let's RIP", then Uncle Zhuo laughed and raised his eyebrows. He: "Oh, boring?"

The punk boy didn't feel anything wrong at this time.

"Yes, it's so boring. I think it's better for us to take another month off. It just so happens that my birthday will be half a month later, hehehe, why don't we come back after my birthday?"

Zhuo Huan tweeted softly: "Go and get the information about the US Airways 384 crash."

No name was given, but Lina knew he was talking to herself. The blonde smiled softly, got up and walked towards the reference room.

Old Joseph: "Hey Reid, I have an unknown hunch, what do you do with my accident data?"

Zhuo Huan: "Have you ever investigated an air crash involving the parties involved?"

Fucheng: "No."

Su Fei: "No."

Zhuo Huan curled his lips: "Wow, then there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a party to be in front of you. The US Airways Flight 384 crash, and then, from beginning to end, I will clear it up in detail. This is you. Next work. Are you happy?"

Everyone: "..."

Old Joseph looked at Su Fei angrily: "Why do you say that, Fly!"

Su Fei was also dumbfounded: "...how do I know that RIP is so poisonous!!!"

The US Airways 384 crash was the crash that Joseph Sr. experienced personally eighteen years ago. In the crash, the deputy captain was killed on the spot and Joseph Sr. also lost a leg. The NTSB's accident investigation result was that bad weather caused the inexperienced deputy captain to make operational errors. For some reason, he did not ask the experienced captain for help, but instead landed alone on his own way, which eventually caused the plane to crash.

The result of this air crash is uncontroversial, and the old Joseph can also prove that there is no unexpected situation that may occur.

However, soon everyone knew that Zhuo Huan asked them to re-investigate the cause of the crash.

"The air crash that the parties involved in the investigation together really felt different from other accidents." Fucheng said with emotion.

Old Joseph looked at the clear and cold text on the investigation report. He closed his eyes, as if returning to the icy and rainy night. When he opened his eyes again, he smiled relievedly: "I feel probably more profound than you all."

Fucheng and Su Fei turned their heads to look at him.

After a long while, Fucheng said, "Maybe Mr. Zhuo also had this different feeling when he investigated the JAL 917."

Su Fei: "What?"

Fucheng: "JAL 917, or Maifei 475, Mr. Zhuo understands this aircraft more profoundly than we do."

At this moment, after a year, everyone suddenly understood why Zhuo Huan had to check the engine abruptly in Helsinki at that time, believing that it was an engine error. Why he could do this without hesitation after such a big question, and finally proved that his guess was correct.

Because he knows the aircraft better than everyone present.

And this kind of feeling, they can only experience one or two to this day.

"If you have time to drink tea here? Give me the report tomorrow." The cold male voice ridiculed himself, and everyone turned to look at the incoming person. I saw Zhuo Huan walking out of the lounge while drinking coffee. He looked at Su Fei and sneered, "You write."

Su Fei: "Ha? Why do you want me to write? I have never written before, and I am not good at this."

Zhuo Huan: "You are the one who writes." As he said, he sat down beside Fucheng. Putting the coffee cup on the coffee table, it seemed that he was still a little tired. He leaned on Fucheng's shoulder slightly, "I'll rely on it for a while."

Su Fei stood up: "RIP, I'm not this professional, why did you let me write."

Zhuo Huan: "It's noisy. Don't write deductions from your salary."

Su Fei: "..."

"Just deduct it!"

Zhuo Huan looked at Lina: "Deduct half of it."

Su Fei: "Damn! You abuse your private power, I want to complain to you!"

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Heh, I am your only boss, welcome to complain."

The corner of Su Fei's mouth twitched, and the next second, he looked at Fucheng, angrily: "Brother Fu, you don't care about RIP anymore, this is no way!"

As soon as his words fell, Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng were both stunned.

Su Fei: "You control this guy, he is pretty unreasonable."

Fucheng: "...how to manage?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhuo Huan laughed in a low voice. He took out his phone to find Fucheng's name, and typed a line slowly, "Actually, it’s not impossible for you to blow a pillow by the wind". Just after sending it, the phone suddenly rang. NS. Looking at the name flashing on the phone screen, Zhuo Huan was slightly startled, and did not answer the call immediately.

Fucheng glanced at it: "Lawrence's call? Don't you answer it."

Zhuo Huan then pressed the answer button. While answering the phone, he got up and walked towards the balcony. However, Lawrence's excited roar penetrated the sound hole and echoed fiercely throughout the office: "Reid, found it! Found it!"

"——Rogge 318!"

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

There was also a sudden silence in the office.

The world turned into a silent and quiet, spacious and bright office, only the wind blowing gently from the outlet of the air conditioner.

Zhuo Huan was holding the phone in one hand, he slowly turned around and looked at Fucheng.

The young man stood up, his eyes widened, his lips slightly opened, and he looked at him.

His eyes were facing each other, and at that moment, countless words came to his lips, and a flood of emotions came over him. However, in the end, the long look at each other was reduced to one sentence. Zhuo Huan smiled. He raised his chin to Fucheng: "Hey, Fucheng, I found it." Then, he said to Lina, "Book a ticket to Alaska."