I only stayed in Boston for one day, and the next morning, Fucheng flew back to New York again.

Two days ago, as an active pilot of Donghua Airlines, he drove a plane to New York. Now he is going back again.

At 9 a.m. on July 7, China time, a huge Boeing 777 rushed down the sky, broke through the viscous and hot air, and landed at the Shanghai City Airport in China. In the cabin, the flight attendants coordinated the passengers to let the passengers leave in an orderly manner.

After all the passengers left, Fucheng lowered his head and filled out the flight schedule.

The captain who was traveling with him unbuttoned his seat belt and looked at him: "You will go to the headquarters to deliver the report this time?"

The writing movement was slightly paused, and Fucheng raised his head: "Okay."

The headquarters building of Donghua Airlines was set up next to the Shencheng Airport. Fucheng soon arrived at the headquarters building by taking a shuttle bus.

After submitting the flight report to the dedicated ground staff, Fucheng was about to turn around and leave when a hesitant female voice rang out from behind: "That... Fu, Fucheng."

The young brunette stopped, turned around, and smiled softly at her: "Is there anything else?"

The ground staff thought for a while and spoke: "I heard something, I don't know if it's true. Recently, there seems to be an air crash investigation organization called UAAG, which is very important to the official. It may be a notice in a few days, and you will be specially recruited into this organization."

The smile on the corner of his mouth hesitated for a moment, Fucheng: "Air crash investigation organization?"

Xiaodijun: "Yes. That, I'm not sure what's true or not. I just heard from the director mention it by chance..."

"Thank you, I get it."

"No, don't be polite!" A happy smile appeared.

Stepping out of the headquarters building, the hot air that was so sticky that it was almost watery that it pressed into the lungs in an instant, and the hot sun shone on the ground, making people breathless. I went straight to the underground parking garage and found my car. The key was inserted into the lock key. I heard a crisp sound of "clicking" and the car engine started.

Holding the steering wheel with his right hand, just as he was about to drive out of the parking lot, Fucheng suddenly remembered what the little ground crew member said.

“…UAAG?”

The slender and fair fingers tapped on the black sheepskin steering wheel, making a faint sound with a certain syllable pattern. The dim light in the parking lot shone down from the front window of the car and landed on the slightly raised joints of the wrist, reflecting a hazy and clear shadow.

The next moment, the young black-haired man laughed helplessly and drove away.

Three days later, UAAG's transfer notice was sent to Donghua Airlines headquarters.

UAAG,identGroup.

That is, the multi-country cooperative aircraft accident investigation organization.

Although I was prepared for it, Fucheng was still surprised when he actually got this transfer book.

Investigators of aircraft accidents are generally experienced aircraft maintenance personnel, ground staff, and pilots. There are many pilots who have transferred pilots to air crash investigators, but those are pilots who are older or have poor physical conditions.

He was in his prime and asked such a young pilot to work as an air crash investigator. First, he may not have much experience in handling accidents, and second, this may also be a kind of burying talents.

But Donghua Airlines agreed to his transfer notice.

In the afternoon of the same day, Fucheng and other pilots completed the flight mission handover and returned home.

As soon as he came out of the parking lot and had not yet entered the elevator, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the phone number starting with "0033" on the screen of the mobile phone, Fu Cheng was stunned and pressed the answer button.

“Bonjour?”

The opposite of the phone was silent for a moment, and soon, a gentle and gentle female voice replied: "Bonjour, vousparlezfran?ais?"

Fucheng responded with a smile: "CanyouspeakEnglish?"

When the other party spoke again, he had already changed into very fluent Chinese: "Hello, Mr. Fucheng, I am Stephanie, the administrator of UAAG. You can call me Lina, that's my nickname." She spoke very quickly, but it didn't make people feel rushed. She spoke gently and beautifully: "It's 17:31 pm on July 10th in China time. I think you should still be at Donghua Airlines?"

Fucheng: "I've already gone home."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and the female voice said with apologies: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest time. According to the time on the transfer book, you should report to UAAG headquarters tomorrow. But the incident happened suddenly, and we were temporarily entrusted and have arrived in Finland now. I have booked a plane ticket for you. If you are convenient, I will send a car to UAAG headquarters to pick you up to the airport and come to Finland again."

"Okay, no problem."

"The license plate number you pick is..."

Fucheng recorded the license plate number.

The female voice on the phone said in a gentle and polite voice: "Then, we'll be waiting for you in Finland."

us?

Fucheng thought something, and he smiled and said, "See you in Finland."

***

UAAG is headquartered in the Shencheng City Center where every inch of land is valuable.

The surrounding skyscrapers are lined up, and luxury cars are coming out one after another. The white-collar elites in formal clothes are in a hurry, and they are reluctant to waste a second of walking. They are holding mobile phones in their hands, either making phone calls to discuss business or writing messages to send emails.

The air is filled with the fragrance of banknotes.

Around me were urban elites walking in a hurry, Fucheng calmly put his hands in his pockets and was waiting downstairs.

Until there was a harsh noise coming from beside me.

"RIP treats his companions like this? He begged me to come, and he just lets me go?"

This voice is tender and immature, with a clear and profound feeling that belongs to a boy.

Fu Cheng turned around and looked, and sure enough, he was indeed a teenager. He had a green headphone around his neck and a silver skull earring on his right ear. He was not tall and was probably in his early 160s. He was wearing a large doodle loose T-shirt, holding a black suitcase in his right hand and holding a phone in his left hand, with anger and impatient face.

"...Why doesn't he call RIP? Scream, he calls RIP. You tell RIP, I'm back to Boston, goodbye!"

"I told him in person? Is he in China? He wants to appear in front of me now, and I will tell him in front of him too!"

The boy hung up the phone angrily and noticed that someone was looking at him, so he raised his head.

Because the two stood very close and Fucheng was 183 tall, the punk boy needed to raise his head to look at him.

Not a small amount of lift.

Punk boy: "…"

"snort."

Fucheng: "..."

What's wrong?

At this time, a black Rolls-Royce slowly drove in front of the two of them. The driver got out of the car and opened the door.

As the car approached, Fucheng saw its license plate number clearly. Now that the driver opened the door, he was about to step in. Unexpectedly, he collided with a thin figure.

Both of them were stunned.

“UAAG?”

“UAAG?”

“…”

“…”

Sure enough, you UAAG people are all weird!

The two got into the car.

Fucheng and the punk boy sat on both sides of the back seat. As soon as they entered the car, the punk boy seemed to have just noticed that this was a luxury car.

"Wow, RIP is so rich, luxury cars. I didn't pay attention to it just now, Starry Sky Top, RR?" The punk boy groped around excitedly. He pressed a button and picked out a sterling silver cigar box on the left; and pressed another button. The glass between the two and the front seats slowly turned into frosted glass, blocking the view, making the punk boy's eyes lit up. Thousands of words gathered into one sentence: "Fuck, it's great to be rich!"

Fu Chengshen nodded in agreement.

However, this Rolls-Royce picked up the plane was just the beginning.

As soon as the two arrived at the Shanghai Airport and before they got off the bus, a beautiful flight attendant opened the car door for them.

"Dear Mr. Fu, Mr. Su, please come here."

The other two flight attendants took their luggage from the trunk.

The punk boy was stunned.

Fucheng had known that the airport had such services, but it was the first time he had seen him.

The flight attendant had a gentle smile, a nice voice, and a very beautiful appearance. After taking them into the lounge, he served them thoughtfully until he sent them to the plane. The punk boy seemed to be stepping on the clouds, and he was so ecstatic.

Of course, the first class is also on the plane.

When I arrived in Helsinki, the capital of Finland, I got off the plane and changed to a Bentley to pick it up.

The punk boy said blankly, "What the hell is UAAG doing here?" After a pause, he turned around and looked at Fucheng beside him. His curiosity overwhelmed his face. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Hey, UAAG, what are you doing here?"

Fucheng was also the first day, but he supported his chin with one hand and leaned against the soft leather seat. After pondering for a moment, he had an answer in his heart.

"Speak."

Fucheng looked down at him, with not much expression on his face and his voice calmly: "Half a year ago, Japan Airlines flight JL917 drove from Tokyo to Helsinki and crashed above a farmland one kilometer from Wanta Airport. 136 passengers and 9 crew members on board were killed, and 89 survived."

The punk boy's expression froze.

Bentley stopped slowly, Fucheng glanced at the boy, and opened the door and got out of the car.

This place seems to be a factory area, with few people on the road. The orange factory shed accommodates all people and machines, hiding them in it. The car stopped outside a two-story building. At this time, the sky was dark, and on the vast land, a breeze blew, and the elegant fragrance of lily lilies hit the nose along the wind.

The sunset has not completely submerged into the horizon, and near the edge of the earth, there is a magnificent orange red color.
To be continued...