The UAE is a small Middle East country next to the Persian Gulf. It is very wealthy because it produces a lot of oil. In addition to the oil industry, which is the pillar of the economy, the UAE is most famous for its famous tourism and shopping paradise - Dubai.

Someone once said: Almost every day the planes traveling between the UAE and countries around the world fly to Dubai.

Dubai has more than 75% of the number of hotels in the UAE nationwide.

Maiha brought everyone to the GCAA (Civil Aviation Administration of the United Arab Emirates) database.

The middle-aged man wearing a little white hat said with a bit of pride in his tone: "In the past few years, there have been only a handful of aviation accidents in the UAE. Among them, there are only a few major air crashes that caused casualties. The Emirati 411 air crash is a heartbreaking tragedy in the history of our country's aviation, so the most records about it are."

The UAAG members roughly read a few data boxes.

Zhuo Huan: "Take all to the new investigation headquarters."

Maiha was stunned: "All?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "All."

Maiha: "In fact, I have to remind you, Mr. Patrick, there are about ninety-six documents here all about the Ahanghai 411 crash."

Zhuo Huan: "So I said, all."

Maiha: "…"

GCAA is building a new investigation headquarters. Although Maiha feels that the workload is too high, many information that does not need to be read can be ignored directly, such as the list of all passengers on the plane, which has been proved later that this is definitely not a terrifying incident. However, Zhuo Huan issued an order, and he could only arrange a few young investigators to move the contents in the database to the new investigation headquarters.

It was already late today. After roughly getting familiar with the terrain, everyone went back to the hotel to rest.

Passing through the beach avenue with palm trees and passing through the slightly curved sea boardwalk, you will arrive at the Pearl of the Persian Gulf on the sea, Dubai Sailing Hotel.

Taking the 360° sightseeing elevator, Su Fei's eyes were lit excitedly, and he took out his cell phone to take a selfie twice.

"I want to post it to my friends."

Old Joseph: "Look at your success." After that, he also snapped and took photos.

Su Fei: "Don't you take photos too!"

Old Joseph: "I took a photo and sent it to my dear daughter and grandson. Can you do the same as you? Of course, you can post it on my Facebook by the way."

Su Fei: "..."

Lina smiled and said, "Because the price is too high, I'm not booking the top royal suite this time. If there is no problem, I'll wait for you downstairs at the hotel at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

"good."

Fucheng raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.

He leaned against the railing of the elevator, leaned his head back, looking at the colorful ceiling with Arabic characteristics. The elevator opened with a jingle, and Su Fei and Old Joseph went down first. When it was on the 28th floor, Lina also went downstairs. She stood at the door of the elevator and waved her hand: "See you tomorrow, Reid, Fu."

The elevator door slowly closed in front of you, and the handsome and tall figure of a man reflected on the mirror-like metal door.

At some point, Zhuo Huan was no longer looking at the ceiling, but turned his head and looked at him quietly with clear eyes.

The two people's eyes met in the reflection of the metal door, and Fucheng calmly turned away his gaze.

"Guess why we two live on the same floor."

Fu Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the other person.

The reflection of the metal door was not really as clear as a mirror. But through the slightly shaking shadow, Fu Cheng saw the man looking at him with a smile, his eyes were so clear, but it was filled with an extremely disharmonious and unreasonable ambiguity and temptation.

After a while, Fucheng: "This is a random arrangement of the hotel."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, but Lina is the one who distributes the room card."

Fucheng: "Lina is also random."

"Ha," Zhuo Huan said lazily: "Believe me, in Stephanie Comte's world, there is never the word random."

The elevator sounded, and Zhuo Huan put his hands behind his head, strides out of the elevator, leaving Fucheng alone. He walked forward, and his back suddenly coincided with the moonlit night in Helsinki. He was confident and arrogant, without any words or hints. He knew that the people behind him would definitely follow him and follow him forward.

This is the only way, and it is only way.

However, this time, suddenly, Zhuo Huan turned around. He frowned slightly: "Are you a fool?"

“…”

Fu Cheng silently and walked out of the elevator.

Although the two were on the same floor, they were not adjacent suites. Zhuo Huan's room was at the end of the corridor. When Fucheng stopped in front of the door and was about to open the door, he passed behind the young man. The air raised a faint fragrance of verbena, and Fucheng was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have smelled this smell somewhere.

...It seems that the shampoo in his house tastes like this?

Fu Cheng turned his head and looked at the man, his lips opened, but he couldn't say it.

Zhuo Huan had already walked to the end of the corridor, swiped his card, and entered the door.

Fucheng withdrew his gaze and opened the door and entered the house.

The next morning, we had breakfast at 9:30, and at 10:00, everyone gathered downstairs on time.

When he arrived at the GCAA headquarters, Maiha was waiting for them at the door again. This time, he changed into a black suit and did not wear the white robe of yesterday. "Since I want to cooperate with you, I want to respect you, so I will change into the suit you like, and I should be happy to see it."

Lina smiled and said, "You are very attentive. Of course, if you want to wear a white robe, we will not have any opinions, and that is also very good."

Maiha: "It's okay, so please come here. The investigation headquarters is doing the final data sorting, and it is estimated that it will be finished in another hour and put into use. In addition, the survivor also came to the GCAA headquarters. Is it Mr. Patrick and I going to see her together?"

Zhuo Huan: "I, and him, go together."

He raised his chin gently and pointed at Fucheng.

Maiha: "Okay, then let's go together with the three of us. The survivor is a Yemeni and does not speak English, but only Arabic. I can translate for you."

Lina smiled charmingly: "I think, Maiha, maybe you can go to the headquarters with Su Fei and Joseph, the old man, to take a look. I will replace you and do translation work. She is a woman, female and female, and she will always speak better, and she should be more relaxed."

Maiha thought for a while: "I think you are right, Miss Lina, please help me."

Su Fei and Joseph the old followed Maiha and went to the newly established investigation headquarters. Under the guidance of a young investigator, Zhuo Huan, Fucheng, and Lina came to the conference room where she had been to yesterday. The investigator stopped behind the door and said in English with an accent: "She is inside."

Lina nodded: "Thank you, we have already obtained her information, let's go in by ourselves."

With a creaking sound, the door handle was pressed down. Lina pushed open the door and saw the middle-aged woman sitting behind the conference table.

She was a woman with vicissitudes and fatigue. Her long hair was messy and dirty, and she was tied with a leather rope. Her skin was a kind of black and yellow from the inside out. Her lips were dry and skinny, but her eyelashes were unexpectedly thick and long. Under these pairs of eyelashes, there were big and deep eyes. It’s a pity that these pairs of eyes were turbid and dark, and at first glance they didn’t make people feel beautiful, but they had a sense of indifference and boringness.

Hearing the sound, she slowly raised her head and looked at them. She showed no surprise when she saw that it was three people. Even if one of these three people was white and two yellow, it was completely different from all the investigators who looked Arab in the GCAA headquarters.

It seems to be the body soaked in a glass bottle and was left with Formalin for many years.

Her eyes were numb and empty, and her head moved into the room with the UAAG and pulled out the chair and sat down, and turned slightly. However, this action was like a clockwork, rigid and stiff. Without a trace of anger, she looked like an old man in her forties, but she looked like an old man in her twilight years.

The survivor's strangeness was stared in the eyes of the three of them.

Mr. Zhuo is never good at dating people. He sits on the far left, Fucheng sits in the middle, and Lina sits on the right. Obviously, the main candidate for this interview with survivors is Fucheng.

Fu Cheng lowered his voice and said to Lina: "Communicate with her for a little bit first, her mood seems to be very low."

Lina nodded and looked at the woman. Her voice was soft: "Hello, my name is Lina. The two next to her are my colleagues, Reid and Evan. We were specially invited to investigate the plane accident. I heard from Meha that you should know Meha, the investigator who had communicated with you a few times a few days ago. He told me that your name is Yamira."

The woman looked at Lina with a blank look: "Amira Betty."

Lina looked at Fucheng, and she turned her head and smiled gently, "Can I call you Betty? I have a friend who also calls this name. If you call it like this, I will think of her."

"Um."

"Are you Yemeni?"

"Um."

"I heard from Maha that you have lived in Dubai for twenty-four years. This is my first time in this city. Do you have anything to recommend?"

Betty stared at Lina straight, making her back hair stand up one by one.

Betty: "You ask directly, about what happened twenty-three years ago."

Lina looked at Fucheng and whispered: "She asked me to tell you what happened twenty-three years ago."

Fu Cheng was stunned: "Okay, let's start the topic right."

Under Lina's almost synchronous translation, Fucheng and Betty communicated very smoothly.

Fucheng: "According to the data, twenty-three years ago, you were in the middle economy class and the seat number was 65J. Do you still have the impression?"

"Well, remember, I'll be by the window."

“So what are you doing when the plane takes off?”

"The first time I took a plane, I looked out."

"What did you see?"

"It was daytime," Betty said expressionlessly, "I looked outside the window. The wings were ahead of me, and I could see the wings and the earth. When the plane took off, the earth became smaller. Then suddenly, a very small fragment on the surface of the wings flew up and flew into the sky. Not long after, with a bang, the fire caught under the wings. I saw the fire."

After Lina translated, Fu Cheng looked down and looked at the woman in front of him seriously: "Are you sure you saw a very small fragment flying up from the flap of the plane?"

Betty asked Fucheng numbly: "Flags?"

Fu Cheng took a piece of paper casually, folded it in two sides, as the wings of the plane. He pointed his finger at the edge of the tail of the paper: "flaps."

Betty: "Oh, it's flying."

Fucheng: "Remember, how big is that piece of fragment? Is it the size of this piece of paper?"

Betty looked at the paper in Fucheng's hand, looked at it for a long time, and withdrew her gaze. She raised her hand and stretched out a finger: "It's about the same size as my fingernail."
To be continued...