Air Crash Investigators Chapter 4

Entering the small building, the first floor was empty and swept clean and smooth, like an empty warehouse.

Patrick Zhuo walked in the front, followed by the cursing punk teenagers. Ethan Fu followed them two meters away, not too far away. His eyes moved up involuntarily, stopping at the circle of hair tied up casually behind the man's head, and he was a little dazed.

When he reached the stairs, the man stopped, let out a light click, crushed the cigarette and threw it away.

There was no furniture on the entire first floor, only an ashtray filled with cigarette B*tts placed next to the stairs. The new cigarette B*tt was extinguished with a sound, and stood in the ashtray for a few seconds with difficulty. When Ethan Fu went upstairs, it fell into the ashtray with the other companions.

There is no doubt that judging from the posture and strength of the person pinching the cigarette B*tts, all the cigarette B*tts in the ashtray should be the work of the same person.

The three of them went upstairs together.

Patrick Zhuo walked in front, with his hands in his pockets, his body slightly leaning forward, and he took two steps at a time and soon disappeared.

The punk boy was carrying a suitcase, which was quite inconvenient. He obviously didn't exercise enough, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps. Ethan Fu lent a hand. The punk boy looked at him in surprise, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

When they reached the second floor, a long-legged man was already sitting behind the computer, frowning and typing away on the keyboard.

"Tell Adrain to deliver the stuff quickly. It's been three days." Mr. Long Legs propped up his right foot on the ground, and the chair rolled back. He looked at a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes. "You should know the limit of my patience."

The girl smiled and poured coffee: "But it seems that Adrain doesn't know." Then she brought the coffee to Patrick Zhuo's table. "I'll remind him again. Next time, put the ashtray at the door, Reid, you smell like cigarettes."

Patrick Zhuo took a sip of coffee and seemed to have just noticed the two newcomers had arrived and looked at them.

The blonde walked up to the two men and was about to speak when Mr. Long Legs stood up with a cup of coffee: "New members, Ethan Fu, Alex Su. Meet them."

He spoke, and all the staff on the second floor put down their work and greeted the newcomer.

After everyone had greeted each other, they went back to their work, leaving only the blonde, a kind-looking white old man and a tall, thin young man.

Blonde: "Ethan Fu, Alex Su, we met on the phone. I'm Stephanie, you can call me Grace. You just came from China, you must be tired. I have arranged someone to take you to the hotel to rest later."

Hearing this, the punk boy's face changed slightly.

Before he could speak, Grace showed an impeccable smile: "I want to ask why you didn't go directly to the hotel, but came here? In fact, it was my own decision. I wanted to let you meet the members of UAAG first. You will be colleagues in the future." She spoke Chinese all the time, very fluently, not like a French person at all. "Those are people from NTSB, CAA and ICAO. Let me introduce you to my colleagues from UAAG."

Ethan Fu looked at the two people beside Grace.

The white old man stretched out his hand: "Hard Joseph." He switched to fluent Chinese and blinked: "Call me Old Joseph."

The young man next to him pushed his glasses and said weakly, "My name is Yi Su."

Ethan Fu: "Chinese?"

Yi Su nodded.

The punk boy was originally very unhappy, but old Joseph was talkative and humorous, and he livened up the atmosphere in a few moments. Yi Su stood upright beside him, and only responded occasionally.

Fortunately, five minutes later, the car arranged by Grace arrived, and Ethan Fu and the punk boy went downstairs together.

Ethan Fu looked back as he went downstairs.

The man was standing by the window reading a document.

The moonlight fell slowly on his face, and he looked down at the documents intently.

Suddenly, he turned his head.

Their eyes met in the air.

Ethan Fu suddenly turned his head.

When Grace came back after sending the people away, she saw that Mr. Long Legs was no longer looking at the documents. He touched his chin and rummaged in his pocket for a long time. Then, as if he realized something, he reluctantly took a piece of chewing gum from the table and threw it into his mouth.

"Reid?"

"He has a problem with me."

Grace: "Alex Su? He has a lot of complaints about you. When I talked to him on the phone, he was very angry and blamed you for not letting him fly directly from Boston to Helsinki, but instead going to Shanghai first."

"I mean Ethan Fu."

Grace was stunned: "Evan Fu? Really?"

"I think so too." Old Joseph interjected with a smile, "Maybe because he thinks you are not as handsome as him?"

...

"laugh."

"Are you kidding me?"

The wealth of UAAG continues to refresh the imagination of the two newcomers.

This time, the car that took them to the hotel was a Rolls-Royce, and each person had a room, all of which were suites.

He said he was adjusting to the jet lag, but less than an hour later, Ethan Fu received a call from Grace.

"Old Joseph suggested that we go to the bar to drink together to celebrate the newcomer. In fact, he wanted to go drink. If you are not too tired, you are welcome to join us. I will arrange a car for you."

Ten minutes later, Ethan Fu and Alex Su were sitting in the booth of the bar, with the excited old Joseph next to them.

"I don't like Finnish wine. Finnish wine is not tasty enough, like what little girls drink. Only Muskie is interesting." After making a rude complaint in Chinese, old Joseph raised his hand to call the waiter and changed to English: "Give me a Muskie. Oh, I really love Finnish wine."

The waiter smiled and nodded: "Anything else you need?"

Alex Su immediately raised his hand: "I want a cup of liqueur."

"In 1983, Brotherso conducted a social brain experiment. Through SPECT scanning of isotopes, it was found that alcohol has a reducing effect on the metabolism of the prefrontal cortex of the brain, causing atrophy of the cerebral cortex, and affecting GABA, 5-hydroxytryptamine and neurotransmitter transmission."

After a pause, Patrick Zhuo blew out a white smoke ring and laughed nonchalantly: "In other words, you will become stupid."

Everyone: ...

Old Joseph: "I suspect you are targeting me."

Patrick Zhuo: "Your frontal lobe has already matured, so a little alcohol won't affect it."

Old Joseph: "Oh? So what do you mean by this?"

"It's different for minors."

Alex Su: ...

"Sh!t, do you want to fight!"

Patrick Zhuo didn't even raise his eyelids: "You can't beat me."

Without saying anything, Alex Su grabbed Ethan Fu and said, "Brother, beat him together with me!"

Ethan Fu looked at him.

brother?

The black-haired young man smiled gently: "I can't beat Teacher Zhuo either."

Patrick Zhuo raised his eyes and stared quietly at Ethan Fu.

The punk boy rubbed the back of his head in confusion: "Why call me Teacher Zhuo?"

Ethan Fu: "Teacher Zhuo is very famous in the Chinese aviation industry and is respected by many people."

Alex Su: "Ah?"

Old Joseph's Muskie arrived. He took a big sip and joined the conversation: "Reid is well-known in the global aviation industry, haha, but this is the first time I hear someone call him teacher."

In the end, everyone ordered a glass of wine.

Alex Su said confidently: "I am so smart, it would be more friendly to ordinary people if I were a little dumber."

Grace took his cup away and said with a smile, "You are drunk."

Ethan Fu took only one sip and went to the balcony of the bar to get some fresh air.

At night, many people were drinking in the bar, and more and more people were smoking. Various smells mixed together, and the air was filled with smoke.

He actually never liked drinking.

When I was serving in the Air Force, I was not allowed to drink alcohol. When I switched to civil aviation, I was also not allowed to drink alcohol 24 hours before flying, so I almost never touched alcohol.

Twenty hours ago, he was still in the center of Shencheng City, China, not knowing what to do.

Twenty hours later, he stood under the night sky of Helsinki, the capital of Finland.

He found UAAG, but he seemed even more confused.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ethan Fu turned around and saw someone suddenly standing behind him.

My mind trembled violently for a moment.

Ethan Fu: "Teacher Zhuo."

Patrick Zhuo leaned against the open glass door of the balcony, the lights were half on and half off, his upper body was hidden in the shadows, his arms were folded, his legs were crossed, his posture was casual. He was chewing gum, his dark eyes were like inorganic gems, without any light, just staring straight at Ethan Fu.

It's a bit like interrogating a prisoner, silent, as if you can stare at the person to death.

"Many people in the Chinese aviation industry respect me?" Patrick Zhuo suddenly asked.

Ethan Fu smiled and said, "Yes."

"including you?"

"Including." The answer was decisive and straightforward.

Patrick Zhuo's eyebrows moved slightly.

Ethan Fu walked around the corner and walked out of the balcony. He turned around and saw Patrick Zhuo light a cigarette after he left, biting it and looking up at the night sky.

It turned out that he came out to smoke.

After turning a corner, the figure behind him completely disappeared.

In an instant, the smile on his face suddenly collapsed.

The sound of people howling, screaming, and coldly announcing death notices rang out in my mind. The moment I returned to the bar and saw Old Joseph and the others, the sound stopped abruptly.

Ethan Fu walked over with a smile.

That night, old Joseph drank the most, while everyone else only drank a little.

Yi Su carried old Joseph back to the hotel and sent him back to his room.

Grace: "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, a car will pick us up downstairs of the hotel."

Alex Su drank the wine and was very excited: "Got it!"

The next morning, a Rolls-Royce took the group back to the factory area.

Old Joseph was the last to arrive. When he arrived, Patrick Zhuo was discussing a document with Yi Su, while Ethan Fu and Alex Su were talking to Grace.

Old Joseph: "Am I late?"

Patrick Zhuo raised his head and said quickly and coldly, "You are late."

Before Old Joseph could speak, Patrick Zhuo closed the folder and stood up: "You continue with yesterday's work. Grace, I want to see Adrin's report before 2 o'clock this afternoon." Then he looked at Ethan Fu, "You, Yi Su, and I, the three of us will go back to the scene to do the final on-site collection, and conduct on-site simulation restoration tomorrow."

Sophie: "What about me?"

"You? Look at the information."

Alex Su: "My major is not in this area. Do you know what I am good at? Did you ask me to come here just to look at the information?"

Patrick Zhuo seemed to have heard something interesting, "Do you know how JL917 fell?"

Alex Su: "...half a year ago, it fell into a farmland one kilometer away from Vantaa Airport."

"I ask you, how did it fall off?"

The punk boy had nothing to say, "I'm good at things that don't require me to know these things!"

"Last September, you were invited by Boeing to help NTSB restore the data from the damaged FDR (Flight Data Recorder) of Air France Flight 405. But now you are a member of UAAG, you should at least know why those 145 people died on the ground where you are standing."

Alex Su's face flushed red: "You don't know the reason either. If the results of the investigation have come out, then we don't need to be here at all."

"Because the engine stalled."

Everyone's eyes turned to the black-haired young man who spoke.

Ethan Fu stood across the table and said calmly, "On December 19, 2019, Japan Airlines JL917 took off from Tokyo with an F435 and crashed one kilometer east of Helsinki-Vantaa Airport. During the approach, when the plane descended to 500 feet, all four engines of the plane suddenly shut down, causing the plane to crash."

Alex Su: "Engine stalled?"

Old Joseph smiled and said, "Yes, we found out half a year ago that the accident was caused by the four engines shutting down at the same time. But the reason why this engine shut down has not been found yet."

Ethan Fu: "There are four reasons for engine flameouts that are known to the public. First, fuel exhaustion; second, weather reasons; third, aircraft system errors; fourth..."

Patrick Zhuo laughed softly.

"Man-made."