In the dimly lit room, the air stagnates for a moment.

Fucheng pursed his lips and looked away awkwardly.

The person who was seen did not respond at all. His eyes stopped on the young man's stiff side face for a few seconds. A look of teasing flashed in Zhuo Huan's eyes. He leaned over and said softly: "What have you seen."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "I'm at a loss."

Fucheng still turned his head away without answering.

Zhuo Huan smiled and stopped teasing this person. He freed up his hands and typed on the keyboard. While typing, he said: "If you want to really rely entirely on calculations and calculate the specific position of Roger 318 Airlines, the possibility is infinitely close to 0."

Fucheng turned his head and said, "Then you just said you want to figure out where Rogue 318 is."

Sure enough, very interested in this?

This sentence flashed through his mind, and Zhuo Huan said "um" softly, without turning his head to look at the young man lying beside him, and continued to type: "Find out where it is, to calculate its approximate location. Do you know how big the Pacific Ocean is?" He did not ask Fucheng to answer, but he continued: "181.34 million square kilometers. Do you know what this concept is? The global land area is about 149 million square kilometers. Even if you exclude most places in the Pacific Ocean... Well, no matter how a plane moves with the current, it is impossible to float from Canada to Australia."

"Just counting only the waters near the West Coast of Canada, the NTSB's aircraft salvage range is 5 million square kilometers."

"It's half the size of China."

Pressing the "Enter" button, Zhuo Huan turned around and looked at Fucheng: "Can you find a plane in half of the map of China?"

Fucheng: "...Impossible."

"Yes, even you know it's impossible."

Fucheng frowned: Even you?

Zhuo Huan seemed not to realize his own sarcastic words, he moved his neck and said lazily: "So, through calculations, narrow this range. When the range is reduced to only 10,000 square kilometers... it will definitely be found."

After a while.

Fucheng: "After announcing the suspension of investigation, have you been doing this alone, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan: "One person? Of course not. I am not a professional marine expert, current sports expert, meteorological expert... I have specialized in my profession, and there are a few people doing this together." He raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised: "I was sending an email to Robert Gatsby just now. Didn't you see it? Don't you know him?"

Fucheng: "..."

"Do I know?"

Qingche's narrow eyes slowly widened. After a while, Zhuo Huan said: "Oh, he won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 2006. The supercomputer at the University of California, San Diego was in charge of his laboratory. After all our data was initially calculated, he entered the supercomputer to perform the final calculation."

Fucheng: "…Hmm."

Zhuo Huan laughed out loud.

Fu Cheng climbed up from the bed expressionlessly, picked up the pants that had fallen to the ground and handed them to someone.

The man lying on the bed had no intention of taking it, but instead curled his lips: "Didn't you wear underwear before you put on your pants?"

Fucheng: "..."

Another email came, and Zhuo Huan immediately looked at the computer. He directed Fucheng without raising his head: "Get a clean underwear from my box, where is the box placed... Hum? The Businnisk equation repeated..." He put down his laptop, found the phone he didn't know where to throw it from the quilt, and took out a number and typed it out: "Robert, well, it's me. If you re-derivate, the vortex viscosity parameters in the equation are in the case of too large changes in the rising flow density and the temperature difference..."

Fu Cheng walked out of the room, came to the living room, and found the suitcase leaning against the corner of the wall. He took a pair of clean underwear from it. When he returned to the room, Zhuo Huan leaned against the head of the bed with his upper body naked, covering the quilt casually on his waist, and stretched one leg outside the bed. Seeing Fu Cheng coming in, he stretched out his hand, took the underwear from his hand, then lifted the quilt, and put it on directly.

"Calculation abnormality, consider the problem of eddy viscosity parameters, my suggestion is..."

Put on my pants, then I took a clean T-shirt from the sofa and put it on roughly.

It was already five minutes later when Zhuo Huan hung up the phone.

Fucheng looked up at him: "I have told Lina to let them go first, we will take a taxi later."

Zhuo Huan was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him. "Do you want to do something with me?"

Fucheng did not reply to him, but said, "Professor Robert Gatsby, I just checked his information on Google. He is a very powerful physicist."

Zhuo Huan laughed: "Aren't I powerful?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan: "Teacher Zhuo, can you find it?"

The young man's clean and beautiful pupils reflected clear and bright colors. It was quiet and peaceful, but silent, just looking at Zhuo Huan without blinking. There were obviously many answers to find one to answer this question. But Zhuo Huan's heart was slightly moved, and the young man's expression was calm and calm, but he saw stubbornness and firmness like a stubborn bamboo.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan: "When you look for something missing, do you think of finding it all at once?"

Fucheng: "No."

Zhuo Huan stepped on the carpet barefoot and walked to Fucheng. He leaned over slightly, and Fucheng held his breath.

After passing the youth, he took away a watch on the chair behind Fucheng. It was the piece that Fucheng and the other three gave him together last week on his birthday.

After standing up straight and tied the watch, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand. He raised Fucheng's chin with his fingers and forced him to look at him.

The man's voice was low and pleasant, and he spoke in ambiguously and hoarsely.

"Just like I did a lot of things before I got to you. These things seem meaningless, and none of them can make me get to you right away... but the result is inevitable. I will get to you, and I will find Roger 318."

With eyes facing each other, Zhuo Huan quietly looked at the young man looking up at him, but could not see any emotion in his calm eyes.

He laughed, let go of his hand holding Fucheng's chin, put on his shoes and walked towards the bathroom.

Zhuo Huan: "Let the front desk find a car first, I will be fine soon."

Fucheng: "Yes."

The next moment when the bathroom door was closed, the young man's originally calm expression suddenly broke into a crack. His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his ears inevitably turned red. His chest was up and down, but his face was still trying hard to maintain a calm expression. He gasped slightly, and then buried his face in his palm.

Ten minutes later, the two went out together.

Lina was watering the flowers when she arrived at the investigation headquarters.

Zhuo Huan: "When did you buy flowers?"

Lina smiled gently: "I bought it on the first day of my trip. Reid, this is called lifestyle. In the past, you didn't have a pair of eyes that discovered beauty, so you couldn't see it. I'm very happy that you have such eyes today. It's a pity that you can discover beauty, but correspondingly, you have lost your aesthetic." She pointed to the watch on Zhuo Huan's wrist, "Patek Philippe doesn't deserve a T-shirt at all, especially this one on you."

Zhuo Huan didn't care and took a cup of coffee casually: "I don't wear it for you, but for others to see it."

Lina raised her slender eyebrows. When she saw Fucheng entering the door, she said to Fucheng: "Fu, Reid said it was not for me to show it, that was it for you to show it?"

Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan with his head in the side: "Teacher Zhuo, is this a cold joke?"

Zhuo Huan: "You said that's it."

Fucheng: "Oh, that's not very funny."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and said to Lina: "After an hour, they will be notified to have a meeting and officially start the investigation."

Lina: "Okay."

An hour later, the GCAA survey headquarters, conference room.

Old Joseph stood in front of the wide whiteboard and explained the specific details of the Afghan 411 air crash to all the investigators present. Since everyone had read all 96 boxes of investigation materials, Old Joseph spoke very easily and no one raised any questions.

After the talk, Lina said: "GCAA had contacted NTSB at noon yesterday and told them the situation. As far as I know, NTSB sent someone this morning and should arrive in Dubai tomorrow. Reid, they came with information."

Zhuo Huan: "OK, how are the wreckage of the plane?" He looked at Fucheng.

Fucheng and Maiha looked at each other, and the latter brought a large cardboard box from under the table.

Fucheng said: "The Ahanghai 411 air crash was an accident twenty-three years ago. The wreckage of its plane was destroyed and almost broken due to violent explosions. So the GCAA did not preserve the wreckage intact at that time, but only saved part of the engine, which is what you can see now. This is the only thing left by the engine on the right. After the explosion... it only has so much left."

In the box was a transparent rectangular glass frame, with a black metal object with a length of 50 cm and a height of 30 cm. It was charred and exploded. Even Zhuo Huan looked at it for a minute but could not recognize which part of the engine it belonged to.

"Airport is the best airline in our country, and the 411 crash is the most tragic and serious accident since their establishment. Airport has assured me that it will fully support the re-investigation of the accident. They also want to know the truth." After a pause, he added, "This full support, including financial support."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Including giving a Boeing 777 to study?"

Maiha was stunned: "This, this...I'm not sure about this. But I can contact the person in charge over there and ask him if he can."

Zhuo Huan: "Then you go and contact us now."

Maiha: "Ah?" He thought Zhuo Huan was joking.

Zhuo Huan: "Is it not necessary to give a Boeing 777?"

Only then did Maha realize that Mr. Zhuo was seriously trying to ask Ahang for a Boeing 777 to study. He had a complicated expression, nodded, and stood up: "I'll go call there now."

Everyone present: "…"

It seemed that I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with asking for a plane worth over 100 million when I opened my mouth. Zhuo Huan stood up, walked to the whiteboard, and wrote the next word-

"Shatters".

"The NTSB people have not arrived yet, and the Boeing 777 provided by Ahanghai has not come..."

Fucheng explained: "The Sucheng air crash was caused by the broken fan blades and cut off the tail wing. But your speculation was not good. The low-pressure fan could fly out of the engine, but nothing could fly into the engine and cut off its low-pressure fan. Because it must have been burned to ashes when it passed through the engine's fuel cavity." The sound stopped, Fucheng concluded: "In short, the peeling debris on the flaps would definitely not cause the engine fan blade to break."

Su Fei: "..."

The punk boy turned his head and glared at Old Joseph: "You deliberately laugh at me!"

Old Joseph is so innocent.

Fucheng: "Actually, Su Fei's guess is indeed the most likely reason."

Everyone looked at him together.

Fucheng pondered for a while and said, "The most likely reason for a plane's exfoliation of the outer surface is of course the quality problems. For example, manufacturing defects like the Suzhou Air crash, and for example, Martha Airlines Flight 123, the wrong screws were used during maintenance. The former is Boeing's manufacturing problem, and the latter is Ahang's maintenance problem. Well, it is definitely not Ahang's maintenance problem, it is only Boeing's manufacturing problem."

Su Fei said in surprise: "Why isn't Ahang's maintenance problem?"
To be continued...