The noisy and noisy sound surrounded the hospital gate, like locusts that rage in the crossing during the harvest. They came rampantly, holding up the microphones, and used them as a weapon to charge.

"Mrs. Truffaut, is your son on the plane?"

"Madame Truffaut, when did you get the news?"

"Mrs. Truffaut..."

Schaffhausen is a small town, covering an area of ​​only a few dozen square kilometers and a small population. The only hospital in the town is not big, only five stories high. It has never welcomed so many guests, and the stone slab in front of the hospital's door was almost crushed by these guests.

The guests looked at the lady in gorgeous clothes and ignored the others beside them.

Zhuo Huan's face became more and more gloomy, and the unpleasantness in his eyes became deeper and deeper. It seemed that a storm that condensed and formed would explode as long as it broke through the bottom line. Fu Cheng knew the old man's temper, so of course he would not let him speak in front of the global media.

However, Fucheng had just taken a step forward and was about to speak, but someone actually stood in front of him in advance.

In the bright sunshine, the ordinary-looking Chinese investigator stood in front of the media and blocked the speechless and pale-faced Mrs. Truffaut behind him. He seriously raised the ID he wore on his chest and sternly said: "EASA. The incident has been taken over by us and the investigation has begun. Once there is a conclusion, EASA will hold a press conference immediately. Before this, please do not hinder us from performing official duties."

The reporters were stunned for a while.

A reporter interrupted: "We just want to confirm whether a pilot on board was the only child of Truffaut Group."

Gao Yun: "Nothing can be told!" He turned to his subordinates and said, "Please leave in an orderly manner."

EASA's investigators took action immediately.

"Please leave immediately."

"Don't interfere with our official duties."

"Sir, if you do this again, I don't mind calling the police and accusing you of obstructing public service."

Gao Yun turned his head and looked at Zhuo Huan and Fucheng. He looked solemn: "Mr. Zhuo, Major Fu, can you please tell me now, is it happening?"

***

"Marsha Air Cargo Plane Crashed Schaffhausen, A Pilot Is Truffaut's Only Son"

"Truffaut's heir flew into a mountain and died"

"According to AFP, at 1:19 on the 3rd, a cargo plane of Martha Airlines crashed in the southern mountains of Schaffhausen. One pilot on board was killed. He has been confirmed to be the heir of Truffaut..."

Hotel, guest rooms.

Su Fei stood aside at a loss and looked at Old Joseph comforting Lina who was sobbing.

Old Joseph gently soothes Lina.

Lina had long guessed that she would be separated from her friend, and even before she stepped into the morgue, she was ready for everything. However, life and death are always so unexpected. Even if she was extremely prepared for death, her psychological defense collapsed in an instant after seeing her close friend's face that was almost destroyed to the point of being completely destroyed.

"He loves to laugh. No matter how big the difficulties he encounters or even if he is kicked out of the house, he has never given up on his smile."

"He has been afraid of pain since he was a child, and Geral is afraid of pain. When I was a child, I went to his house and his fingers were accidentally burned by charcoal. It made him cry."

"How could it be Geral? Why was it him? Last month he told me that he was too busy and he didn't have time to see me when I went on a business trip in Finland. I'm very sorry for me."

"He said that he would go to Shencheng to see me after taking a leave. He said, Gerald said..."

Lina was on the verge of collapse with her choking voice trembling.

Old Joseph said softly: "I really don't know what to say to comfort you, my baby. But I hope you know that Lina I know is a tenacious and tough girl. Geral is no longer alive, and I believe his friends will find the reason for him so that he can rest in peace."

Lina was hoarse: "Joseph..."

Su Fei suddenly exclaimed, and Old Joseph looked at him in surprise, hoping that he would not speak out and not disturb Lina at this time. Unexpectedly, Su Fei looked shocked and held his cell phone and said to Old Joseph: "A news prompt popped up on my phone just now, saying... The deputy captain who died was the heir of Truffaut, and now the media reporters have surrounded the hospital."

Old Joseph opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the next moment he lowered his head and looked at the blonde in his arms.

Lina also raised her head, her face was wet with tears, she was still sobbing, but she wiped her tears. She suddenly realized that there was something crucial that she forgot. Forced to suppress the dull sadness, Lina looked at her two friends: "It was my mistake, let's go to the hospital right now."

In the West, media journalists have the right to know and they have the right to report any news events.

Although EASA members threatened them with the crime of obstructing public service and asked them to leave, they had long seen this method, and they dealt with the government more times than ordinary people eat.

When Lina and the other two arrived at the hospital gate, the reporters surrounding them increased instead of reducing, blocking the hospital gate so much that there was almost no gap. They ignored EASA's investigators' persuading them to leave.

Lina's expression darkened. She walked to the media and said, "Everyone, I am Stephanie Comte, the head of diplomacy at UAAG. If you have any questions, please come here and ask me questions. Don't block the hospital's door. In addition, before you ask me questions, I hope you can call your boss first to confirm whether you want to ask me."

Lina's voice was calm and far-reaching, and she could hear it very clearly in the noisy environment, and the reporters looked at her one after another.

Fucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lina coming.

A male reporter looked at Lina and wanted to say something. But his cell phone suddenly rang. Then, one cell phone after another rang. It was like a movie scene, they connected the cell phone together, and then the expression on their faces changed from excitement to surprise, and finally turned into deep confusion.

After the reporters left one by one, Fucheng looked at Gao Yun and said to him: "Mr. Gao, I believe you should have understood just now that among the two pilots on this plane, the deputy captain is the heir to Truffaut Group."

After experiencing the trouble just now, how could Gao Yun not understand? He was also very helpless. He shook his head and smiled bitterly at this absurd world: "In fact, this plane happened at 1:00 a.m. today. At 2:00 a.m., our investigator got up from his sleep, quickly formed an investigation team, and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. I have been in this hospital for ten hours. Except for the first time, there were reporters who came to investigate the situation, and in the next ten hours, no reporters have cared about this matter."

Gao Yun looked at the interview cars that were leaving and suddenly became confused: "Aren't they all human lives? Is there such a big difference between the life of the heir of a luxury brand and the life of an ordinary deputy pilot of an aircraft?"

When Fucheng heard this, his heart trembled, but he was speechless.

Zhuo Huanze glanced at Gao Yun meaningfully, and then said to Lina: "Mrs. Truffaut has arrived and should be in the morgue now. You can go and see her. Leave the media matters to you. I don't want anyone to affect the plane investigation."

Lina: "Okay."

Zhuo Huan said to old Joseph again: "There is something very strange. I haven't seen anyone from the airline yet. Go and investigate Martha Airlines and contact their person in charge." Finally, he said to Gao Yun: "Now, can we go to the scene of the accident?"

***

Martha Airlines Flight 123, or MS123, crashed on a hill south of Schaffhausen.

The plane crashed and hit the mountain, hitting the mountainside. So from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, the parts of the plane were scattered everywhere. Because it was only ten minutes after the plane crashed and took off, there was still a lot of fuel on the plane. Once the plane crashed, it exploded and caught fire, burning more than half of the mountain. All the trees hitting the mountain were burned, leaving only the bare and charred ground.

After driving for half an hour, the four of them arrived at the scene of the accident.

At the scene of the accident, there were already many EASA investigators taking photos and collecting evidence on the scene.

Fucheng opened the yellow cordon and walked into the accident area. Looking at the messy scene, he frowned slightly, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart—

The plane was so miserable.

From the hillside to the foot of the mountain, it was almost shattered, and the wreckage of the plane could be seen everywhere.

The smallest fragment is not even as big as the palm!

It is conceivable how much impact the pilot sitting in the front cockpit suffered when the plane crashed. This terrible force almost smashed a complete plane to pieces!

Zhuo Huan looked around and asked, "What information have you found?"

Gao Yun opened the folder: "This is an ATR-72 aircraft made in 1988 years. It has aged 32 years and was once in service with Aeroflot. It was bought by Martha Airlines last year for passenger and cargo aircraft. When the accident happened, the aircraft was transporting cargo, taking off from Zurich and delivering it to Berlin."

When Fucheng heard an important message, he said in surprise: "Take off in Zurich? Zurich should be less than 30 kilometers away from here. We came from Zurich Airport."

Gao Yun: "Yes, this cargo plane took off from Zurich Airport. Just ten minutes after takeoff, the ground air traffic control received the captain's Mayday request, but before he could contact the captain again, the plane disappeared from the radar. It hit the mountain."

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

Internationally common radio distress signal.

Using radio calls and calling "Mayday" three times in a row is considered to send an emergency help signal.

In general emergency accidents, Mayday's help signal cannot be used. Mayday's help signal can only be used when the plane or ship encounters life-threatening and extremely serious danger. For each airline controller, when they hear the pilot shouting "Mayday" to them, it means a nightmare: there will inevitably be casualties and will definitely cause disasters.

Gao Yun pointed to the boxes rolling everywhere on the hillside, and the equipment: "Those are the cargo transported by this plane. The front and rear half are seriously ignited, but the middle is slightly lighter, so very few cargoes have not been completely burned."

Zhuo Huan: "All these goods must be moved away for testing."

As he was talking, Gao Yun's cell phone suddenly rang. He said, "I'll go and answer the phone."

When he came back after answering the phone, Fucheng saw that the young senior EASA investigator looked strange. He looked at Zhuo Huan and felt helpless: "I just received a call from the headquarters. This accident was led by UAAG, and EASA coordinated and helped. Mr. Zhuo, I am going to cooperate with you again." As he said that, he stretched out his hand.

With Mr. Zhuo's temper, it is very likely that he would not reach out to hold the hand. In order not to embarrass Gao Yun, Fucheng immediately stretched out his hand and wanted to hold the other person. However, his hand was just halfway through, and Zhuo Huan's thin hand shook past him and gently held Gao Yun's hand.

Zhuo Huan nodded and said, "Thank you, happy cooperation."

The tone is filled with a rare seriousness and sincerity.

***

Martha 123 crashed in the early morning. It was not until nine o'clock in the morning that EASA investigators rushed from London to Schaffhausen and arrived at the scene of the accident. Because the plane was too broken, it took a lot of time to take photos and collect evidence. It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that the investigators took photos of all the wreckage debris.

After taking photos on the spot, the next step is to move the wreckage to a suitable place for detailed investigation and inspection.

This incident caused Gao Yun a headache.

Schaffhausen is a small town. There are no more open public places like gymnasiums, and the mayor cannot find him a non-open-air resettlement site. In addition, he also needs to contact large trucks and workers to transport the wreckage of the planes on the mountain to the town.

After the photo was taken, Gao Yun was worried about this matter, so Zhuo Huan received a call from Lina.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Huan turned around and said, "The truck is coming soon. Please arrange an investigator and tell the workers how to carry the wreckage fragments."

Gao Yun was stunned: "Ah? Is there a car?"

Ten minutes later, five large trucks drove to the foot of the mountain, and more than 30 workers got off the car and went up the mountain to move things.

When they moved all the wreckage of the plane onto the car at a very fast speed, Gao Yun was a little dizzy. Sitting in the car, he came to his senses and couldn't help but touch Fucheng's arm: "Major Fu... Where did this come from?"

Fu Cheng smiled and said, "If I guess correctly, it should be arranged by Lina."

Gao Yun: "Lina? It was all arranged by her? What about the warehouse? These wreckages are to be found for a place to be placed. There is no suitable place in the town..."

“We bought a candy factory.”

The cold male voice rang out, planning Gao Yun's words. Gao Yun turned to look at the man in shock, and even Fu Cheng was a little surprised this time.
To be continued...