Of course, there is only half of the side, only the right wing and the engine located under the wing, and the blades in the engine.

Fucheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the flap behind the wing: "Here, Betty said that the 'fragments' she saw flew out from here."

Zhuo Huan drew a circle on the flap, and then he drew a circle on the low-pressure fan blades on the back of the engine.

Everyone looked at the picture he drew on the white paper.

Old Joseph looked at the structural diagram on the white paper in surprise: "In fact, the fragments of the flap and the broken fan blades of the engine... are not very far apart."

Yes, although one is located on the upper surface of the wing and the other is located inside the engine. If the layers of barrier metal materials are ignored, only by straight-line distance, the flap fragments and fan blade fragments are almost just sticking together!

Fucheng immediately said: "We should see how far the distance is between the two and check what the actual distance is..."

“1.9 meters.”

The voice came to an abrupt end, and Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and looked at the black lines on the white paper calmly. As if he noticed the young man's gaze, he raised his head and said, "Eye-estimated. The ratio of the maximum thickness of the aircraft wing t and the length of the chord c is the relative thickness. The relative thickness of the Boeing 777 is about 14%..."

At this moment, the office door was knocked.

Everyone looked back at the door, and saw that outside the glass door, Lovens was holding a piece of information in one hand and looked at everyone in the room. Seeing that everyone saw him, he waved his hand, and there was a look of joy on his face, obviously in a good mood.

After obtaining permission, he pushed the door and said happily: "Fu, I went back and thought about the invisible murderer you mentioned yesterday for a long time. I found a document. In July 1990, the 800 crash of the Global Airlines plane. It was a Boeing 747 plane. Because it stayed at the airport for three hours before takeoff. The weather was too hot, and the oil and gas in the fuel tank became combustible. This caused the oil and gas temperature to reach 114 degrees Fahrenheit after takeoff, and the high temperature was shorted with the wires, which eventually led to the explosion of the fuel tank, a chain reaction, and the engine explosion."

Lovens couldn't hide his excitement: "Look, an invisible murderer is the temperature!"

Su Fei looked at Lovens with a look of a fool. He imitated Zhuo Huan's tone just now and said sarcastically: "Is it just for you to think, that's what makes you nonsense?"

Lovens was stunned.

Su Fei continued: "It's still high temperature and the fuel tank explodes. Do you don't believe in your boss's ability? If the fuel tank really explodes, he wouldn't be able to find out twenty-three years ago?"

Luo Wens was stunned by Su Fei's words and did not react at all.

The punk boy was quite proud. He looked at his companion, hoping to get some praise and praise. However, under the bright lights of the office, Fucheng frowned slightly, and Old Joseph also showed a strange expression. Zhuo Huan looked up at Lovens. After a long time, he laughed and his voice was dissipated: "Is it the information you were looking for, or the one you boss asked for."

Lovens: "…"

Sighing, Lovins said helplessly: "Yes, it is the case information found by Deputy Director Andrew, and the direction he proposed. Hey, don't look at me with this look, Patrick, have you said it before? I am Deputy Director Andrew's subordinate, yes, I am his confidant. You all know the reason for me to come to Dubai, so I will report to the Deputy Director every day if there is any problem with the investigation progress?"

Zhuo Huan didn't even give Yu Guang a charity to Lovens, leaving him with a contemptuous sneer.

Su Fei was stunned: "Wait, what does this mean? When I said temperature, RIP laughed at me. Luo Wens said temperature, do you still praise him?"

Old Joseph: "Oh, why don't you understand yet! The temperature is not the point, the point is that the fuel tank explodes! The 800 Global Airlines crash, its engine explosion, and even its fuel tank explosion were easily discovered afterwards. But the Ahanghai 411 is different. Twenty-three years ago, it was blown to pieces, and in the end the investigation team only discovered the engine explosion. But maybe, they did not find that at that time, the fuel tank of this plane also exploded slightly. It was just that this was an extremely small explosion, which was covered up by a larger explosion state."

Lina also asked curiously: "Wait a minute, then I don't understand. Since you said that you didn't notice the fuel tank explosion back then, why can you guess that the fuel tank explosion occurred today twenty-three years later? This time, you have no damaged plane wreckage."

Uncle Zhuo snorted. Once he was in a bad mood, he would instantly sank. He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and Zhuo Huan walked out of the office.

Everyone shouted at him in surprise: "Reid?"

When he walked to Fucheng, he stuffed the paper with the structure diagram on the right side of the Boeing 777 into the young man's arms.

Fucheng turned his head: "Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan walked to the door, stopped, and looked back at him: "When I was angry, you either take my job and tell the stupid Harvard graduate where he was wrong. Or..." His lips slowly raised, and Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows towards Fucheng: "Or, you can do another thing so that I won't be angry anymore."

Su Fei said angrily: "Who is the stupid Harvard graduate!"

Old Joseph and Lina are wondering...

Joseph Older: "What is the other thing?"

Lina frowned her slender eyebrows: "Another thing?"

The fingers tightened, and the ears became a little hot. The heart in the chest also beat faster, but when the eyes were facing each other, the young man was still extremely calm when he looked at Zhuo Huan.

Fucheng's voice was calm: "If you want to smoke, you can go outside. Teacher Zhuo, it is prohibited to investigate that smoking is prohibited in the headquarters."

“…tsk.”

Zhuo Huan turned around and left.

In the office, Fucheng retracted his sight and explained: "The Global 800 Air crash, the fuel tank explosion had a great impact, and it could hardly be ignored during the investigation afterwards. The endgame of the explosion was obvious. But the reason why the Ahanghai 411 Air crash suspected that it had an undetectable fuel tank explosion was due to fragments of the flap and broken fan blades."

When he threw the white paper to Fucheng, Zhuo Huan also threw the pen he often used to at him. It was a Montblanc pen, the most classic black 146 models.

Fu Cheng took the pen and drew a circle on the white paper, wrapping the flap and engine in it.

"If there is a reason why the inside of the fuel tank is difficult to see with the naked eye, the appearance is unchanged, and the explosion is extremely small and small, then there are reasons for the breaking of the flap and the breaking of the engine fan."

"That invisible murderer..." Fu Cheng looked up at Su Fei, "the shock wave after the explosion."

"The shock wave after the explosion directly cracked the alloy material on the upper surface of the flap, and also cracked the weakest part of the fan blade that is closest to."

"This explosion was too small. At that time, the plane happened to encounter a tropical cyclone and was in a bumpy state. The small explosion inside the fuel tank was covered by violent bumps when it occurred, and then the marks were wiped out by the plane's explosion. Only the shock wave that swept away, cut off the fan blades and cracked the upper surface of the flap, leaving key evidence."

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