After a brief data summary report meeting, Lovens assigned the investigation task to his subordinates. He was about to follow him to go downstairs to the warehouse to check the cleaning of the plane's wreckage, but someone gently patted his shoulder from behind.

Lovens turned around: "Patrick?"

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows at him. Luo Wens was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. Then he crossed Zhuo Huan's shoulder and saw the young black-haired man standing behind him.

Lovens: “…Fu?”

Wait, what's going on?

"Are you saying that there are any new discoveries or new tasks to be done?" He tightened.

Zhuo Huan turned his upper body, pointed at Lovins' direction with his chin, and said to Fucheng: "You need to find him."

Fucheng: "..."

Lovens: “…?” what?!

Uncle Zhuo has always done good deeds without leaving a name for himself. He looked at Fucheng deeply, left a meaningful expression, and turned around and left. After he left, Fucheng and Luowens looked at each other. After a long time, Luowens: "Fu, I'm a little confused about the current situation, so what is the situation now?"

Fucheng smiled helplessly and said, "Teacher Zhuo is kidding, you don't have to worry about it."

But Lovens gradually tasted a little meaning.

Lovens is only in his early forties this year, but he is already a senior investigator of the NTSB and has an exclusive investigation team named after him. He looked at Fucheng and said guiltily: "I'll tell you about that matter for me today. Fu, thank you very much."

Fucheng: "No, this is not a big deal."

Lovens smiled and said, "Anyway, you helped me solve a problem, I remember it in my heart, thank you."

Fu Cheng thought for a while: "Actually, you can tell Teacher Zhuo yourself. I don't think Teacher Zhuo is angry about this kind of thing. And even if you talk about it directly at the beginning, I think Teacher Zhuo will come to the United States."

Luo Wens thought for a moment and thought he understood what Fucheng meant: "That's right, the missing black box does not mean that the truth cannot be found, it's just that it's extremely difficult. I should believe in Patrick's ability."

Fucheng was stunned, smiled, and didn't say anything else.

When he arrived at the first floor, Fucheng stood on the stairs. When he reached the last two or three stairs, Zhuo Huan raised his head and saw him.

Looking at each other, Mr. Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "I'm going to arrive?"

Going good?

Fucheng nodded.

Zhuo Huan chuckled and looked away.

Fucheng walked to the first floor and originally wanted to contact the air traffic controller who was on duty on the day of the air crash, but he inexplicably stopped. His eyes stayed on Zhuo Huan's thin and tall back for a moment. In a trance, it seemed that he suddenly returned to the summer night in Helsinki. The man was wearing a small tie, wearing a thin T-shirt, and walked in front without looking back.

Behind him, the punk boy dragged his suitcase and walked forward cursingly.

The moist summer wind is mixed with the smell of fishy and bitter soil. The moonlight is fresh and clear, illuminating the cold cement path. Somehow, he raised his foot and followed. From then on, he has always followed.

……Um?

His hair seems to be longer?

Not cut?

After suddenly coming to his senses, Fucheng frowned in confusion, tilted his head and thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to turn around and leave.

***

Logan International Airport is located in eastern Boston, not far from the NTSB's temporary investigation headquarters.

Under the introduction of Lovens, Fucheng met the air traffic controller on duty that day.

This is a young man with brown curly hair. In fact, he is a short-seller. He is not very old for many years. This is a very stressful and laborious job that requires a lot of energy and ability to withstand it.

For example, this air traffic controller needs to control the takeoff and landing of more than ten aircraft at the same time. When he is working, he must use the radar map to accurately know the altitude and orientation of each aircraft, know where they want to go, and arrange a reasonable route for them. If there is a little mistake, it may cause unbearable consequences.

In 2002, a Russian passenger plane and a DHL cargo plane collided over Uberingen City in southern Germany. The accident killed 71 people and no one survived. The crashed Russian passenger plane carried 45 Russian children traveling to Spain. On the night of the accident, countless families could not sleep all night and were in pain.

There are many reasons for this accident, but the air traffic controller's failure to responsibilities is definitely one of the indispensable major reasons. Even this air traffic controller has many helplessness, and the air crash is not his wish. However, his failure to responsibilities has caused countless families to be destroyed, which is a fact that cannot be ignored.

Two years later, the air traffic controller was stabbed to death by a father who had lost his children and was too sad.

When Fucheng saw this air traffic controller, he had returned to normal and had a mental stability. But when Fucheng mentioned the name American Airlines 4012, he was still silent for a long time, and it was difficult for him to smile again.

"It was 2 a.m. and I was on night shift. I had taken over the management of American Airlines 4012 for two and a half hours, and there was another hour... No, it was 50 minutes, and they should land at Logan Airport. It was midnight that day, and there were not many planes, and they didn't need to line up. I had already thought about letting them land behind a Qantas. But at 2:13 a.m., I found that their altitude suddenly dropped sharply on the radar map."

The air traffic controller licked his dry lips and looked at Fucheng: "You know, I just said that there are not many planes, so when they first fell to the height, I found out, and I contacted them immediately. But no one responded."

Fucheng: "I know, you said there are not many planes."

The air traffic controller nodded: "Yes. I called several times, but they didn't answer. Then, American Airlines 4012 disappeared from my radar map. I immediately called the emergency number and sent a helicopter to search. But it was late that night and the search effect was very bad. I couldn't find the plane as soon as possible."

Fu Cheng typed a line of words on his carry-on tablet. He looked up and asked, "Have any special words from the American Airlines pilots before the accident? For example, it is possible, something related to hijacking?"

"No. The last time we contacted was 1:47 am. Everything was normal at that time. Captain Kevin contacted me. He was in charge of radio communication that day. I had handed over the recording of the call to NTSB. Except for work, he only said something that was not very relevant to me."

Fucheng's eyes sterned: "What do you mean?"

The air traffic controller recalled: "He asked me if Logan Airport is busy today."

...

"This is American Airlines 4012. What a plane on duty at Logan Airport today, Over."

Zhuo Huan subconsciously looked in the direction of his fingers. Fucheng stretched out his hand to the right, and his right hand was just shook by his eyes. The extremely close distance made Zhuo Huan stunned until the thin and slender hand fell down, and Zhuo Huan had not reacted yet.

Fucheng did not notice Zhuo Huan's distractedness. He continued: "After this scratch, there are a large section of cracks and breaking marks. It is obvious that this should be the crack caused by the left wing first contacting the water surface, and then being broken by the huge surface tension on the water surface."

Suddenly he was stunned, Fucheng raised his head: "Teacher Zhuo, do you want to say that this plane was flying in the sideways and water was coming into the water?"

If it is not flying to the sea on the side, the first thing that touches the water surface should be the belly of the machine, not the left wing!

Zhuo Huan came back to his senses, and he raised his eyes and glanced at Fucheng. His voice was dissipated, and he didn't seem to be very focused: "Well. My inference is the same. You know a lot about A390, so let you take a look."

Slowly concentrated, Zhuo Huan: "Since you infer this way, then now it is certain that American Airlines 4012 has undergone an unexpected turn in the air. In addition, you can look at this again." As he said that, he looked up at Old Joseph and said, "You can also look at it."

Old Joseph also squatted down.

The three of them looked at the crack together.

Zhuo Huan's beautiful and clean fingers slid across the long crack of the plane: "The further the crack goes, the bigger the crack is. This conforms to the law of breaking force of the alloy, but I feel... there is something wrong with this opening degree."

The author has something to say:

Fu Chengcheng: [Starting at Xiao Luluo and distracted]

Zhuo Anxi: Look at him staring at me for so long, why don’t I tell me the reason?

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