The two returned to Zhuo Huan's room.

In the room, all the lights were off, only the study room was on. There were two laptops on the desk, and one on the coffee table opposite the desk. The power cord and data cord were connected everywhere. After Zhuo Huan returned to the room, he stopped talking to Fu Cheng. He sat in a swivel chair, typing on the keyboard a few times, looking at the video footage of the notebook, and speaking, "I'm back."

It is spoken in English, but for a long time, a sound sounds from the computer speaker.

"Patrick, the picture of the plane's wreckage found 200 nautical miles east of Alaska's Gulf of Alaska this morning has been sent to you. According to our preliminary identification, it should belong to the left wing of the plane, but it cannot be confirmed whether it is Maifei F485."

Zhuo Huan: "There are not many large aircraft crashing in the waters of Canada and the United States. Since the last century, only Roger 318 has not been found yet." He said, looking up at Fucheng and said, "The photos have been sent to that computer. You have received them and processed them. I want to see high-definition pictures."

Fu Cheng nodded, sat on the sofa, and began to manipulate the laptop on the coffee table.

Three minutes later, Zhuo Huan carefully identified the photos sent by Fucheng. A few seconds later, he raised his head and looked calm: "It's Mai Fei's left wing of F485."

After hearing this, during the video conference, Professor Robert Gatsby, the staff of the salvage company, became serious.

Robert said: "I have informed Gal that he will be in the lab soon and should be able to join the video right away."

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man with red-brown hair and glasses also joined the video conference. He is Gal Fords, a famous Australian marine dynamics expert. As soon as he connected, Professor Gal said calmly: "Time is very tight, I will tell you a long story short. The North Pacific warm current hits the west coast of the United States, and it is divided into two streams. The warm current that disperses northward is the Alaska warm current. It is April now, and the frequency of Alaska warm current is about 25-60%, and the flow rate is..."

In the spacious and bright study, there was silence.

Fu Cheng raised his head and looked at the man sitting behind the desk.

At some point, Zhuo Huan put on glasses, and his long hair was tied behind his head. His brows were tightly furrowed. He did not look at the laptop running a video conference, but listened to what the other person said in the video, and his fingers were tapping on another computer at the same time.

Professor Gal: "I asked the students to sort out the current motion charts of the Gulf of Alaska in the past ten days and will be sent to you in half an hour."

Professor Robert: "I have contacted the U.S. Weather Service and they asked for the latest weather reports and specific wind speed data."

Zhuo Huan gently "Yes", his fingers still hitting his computer quickly. He didn't raise his head, and suddenly said, "Fucheng, draw this page of data into a curve chart for me and send it to your email."

Fucheng: "Okay."

Three minutes later, Zhuo Huan stopped and looked at the head of the salvage company in the video, Professor Gal and Professor Robert.

Zhuo Huan: "I hope that within three days, the salvage range can be reduced to 50 square kilometers."

Lawrence, the head of the salvage company, frowned and shook his head, "It's too big, this range."

Professor Gal said: "50 square kilometers is very difficult. What's more important is to carpet salvage the 50 square kilometers range, which will take at least one month. At that time, it will be the summer monsoon, and the thousand-island cold current will be even smoother, but the Pacific tropical monsoon and storm will come."

Professor Robert said: "It is unrealistic, and supercomputers cannot calculate such huge data within three days. And to be honest, Reid, a bad news, supercomputers are being requisitioned recently."

Zhuo Huan frowned: "What are you doing?"

"I can't tell you this, I've signed a confidentiality agreement."

“Shit!”

Professor Robert said that, the other three people in the video conference understood that the supercomputer at the University of California was being requisitioned by the US government.

Holding his hair irritably, Zhuo Huan stood up and paced back and forth. Finally, he stopped and supported the desk with both hands: "It was finally an opportunity, I don't want to miss the third time."

Upon hearing this, Fucheng raised his head.

During the video conference, everyone was silent for a moment.

“Reid/Patrick, we don’t want to miss the third time again.”

Throughout the whole night, from 11:00 pm to 4:00 pm, Zhuo Huan's eyes did not move away from his laptop. The video conference was straight through, but everyone was busy with their own work. From time to time, some people completed part of the work, and then everyone summarized it together, and then continued to be busy with their own work.

In the crystal ashtray on the desk, cigarette butts are constantly stacking.

Fu Cheng walked to the Western-style kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and when he returned to the study, he saw the man lying on the sofa. He paused and then moved again, he took all his movements lightly. He walked to the desk with his hands and feet. Fu Cheng gently put the coffee cup down and looked up and saw that the video conference had ended at some point.

The table was covered with scattered white paper, many of which floated to the ground, and more were crumpled into balls and thrown into every corner of the room.

Fu Cheng picked up the white paper that had not been kneaded into a ball and put it on the table. He picked up one and looked at it. He knew the formula above.

Navi Stokes equation.

That is, the equation of motion of differential form of viscous fluid.

However, looking further down, he mostly couldn't understand it because he was mixed with various other physical equations and had nothing to do with aerodynamics.

Pick it up one by one and put it on the table.

Fucheng walked to the sofa, his eyes paused on the man's calm sleeping face for a few seconds, and then he picked up the blanket that was thrown on the ground and prepared to cover him.

"woke up."

Fu Cheng stopped with the blanket's hand. He raised his head and saw that Zhuo Huan had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him. His eyes were extremely tired, and he leaned his head against a pillow, just looking at him.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo, when did you wake up?"

Zhuo Huan: "The moment you entered the door."

"...so early?" He made a light move, making almost no sound.

Zhuo Huan supported the sofa with one hand, half-sitted up, and rubbed his temples with the other: "I have neurasthenia, and anyone will wake up the moment they enter the house."

Fu Cheng picked up the blanket from the ground and placed it on the single sofa beside him. Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and looked up and asked, "Then I came to your room last time to wake you up and shouted several times."

The movement of rubbing the temples suddenly stopped. Zhuo Huan let go of his hand, leaned against the sofa, raised his head and smiled at Fucheng.

"Oh, I woke up early, but I didn't want to pay attention to you. I thought you were so noisy at that time."

“…”

Fucheng: "How is the situation with Roger 318?"

Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand: "Help me get a cigarette and put it on the table."

Fucheng: "It's not good to smoke, you've smoked all night."

"Smoking to refresh me, I'm sleepy."

Fu Cheng walked over, took the coffee placed on the desk and handed it over.

Zhuo Huan didn't answer, so he looked up at him.

The handsome and beautiful boy lowered his head, and the dim lights came back against the back, hazy and beautiful.

Fucheng: "Then drink coffee."

Zhuo Huan looked at him carefully, and after a while, he took the coffee cup.

Fu Cheng sat on the single sofa next to him: "What does it mean for the third time?"

Zhuo Huan leaned against the pillow, leaned lazily on the sofa, and looked at him with his head: "Didn't you hear it?"

Fucheng was silent for a moment.

Fucheng: "It means that the wreckage of Roger 318 has been found twice, is this the third time?"

Zhuo Huan took a sip of coffee: "To be precise, it is because the official salvage work has been found three times since the official salvage work was over a year ago. As for how many times the official has found before the salvage is stopped, do you know?"

The man looked at him with a smile, Fucheng silently and said a number: "6 times."

Yes, since Rogue 318 disappeared five years ago, the official has found its wreckage six times.

On the sixth day after the plane disappeared, a broken suitcase floated to the shore on the Canadian coast, which was later confirmed to be Roger 318 Airlines; on the 17th day, on the coastline of Alaska, Roger 318's drinking water bottle floated to the shore...

Within three months, its wreckage appeared in total five times!

And even a year after the plane crashed, its wreckage reappeared.

However, every time, no one can find it.

With a salvage range of 500 square kilometers, half of the ocean as big as China, Rogge 318 is like a drop of water blending into the sea, quietly sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Zhuo Huan drank coffee and said lightly: "The work we are doing now is to calculate the approximate plane position based on finding the wreckage and narrow the salvage range. So you heard it just now, this is the third time you have found the wreckage."

Fucheng: "What about the first two times."

Zhuo Huan's eyes were quiet, without a trace of ups and downs, his tone was casual, and even a smile: "I didn't find it."

Fucheng stopped for a long time, and finally asked, "What about this time."

Zhuo Huan looked at him and smiled and said, "I don't know." He shook the empty coffee cup in his hand, "Fucheng, it's gone."

Fu Cheng was silent for a while, got up and took the cup from Zhuo Huan's hand, and then went to the Western-style kitchen. When he came back, the lights and computers in the study were still on, but no one was seen. Fu Cheng was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and go to the bedroom to check it out, but someone grabbed his wrist.

The coffee cup suddenly fell to the ground, and the brown liquid soaked the expensive Italian wool carpet and quickly smudged it away.

Zhuo Huan leaned against the wall next to the door, holding a cigarette in his mouth and holding Fu Cheng's hand with one hand.

Looking at the cigarette in his mouth, Fucheng's lips were slightly pursed. Just as he was about to speak, the man chuckled, grabbed his wrist, turned over and pressed him against the wall. He held the cigarette in his right hand and grabbed Fucheng's hand with his left hand. Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed his lips.

The deep smell of smoke filled the two of them with close mouths. Fucheng was stunned for a moment, but close to him, the man closed his eyes slightly, and his long and slender eyelashes almost swept over his nose. This was an ambiguous and lingering kiss, soft and rich. Fucheng slowly closed his eyes. Somehow, for the first time, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, hugged the man's waist, and raised his head and kissed him gently.

The temperature gradually rises, and the biting and sucking between the lips and tongue gradually becomes no longer controlled.

“Fuck!”

Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, and he threw the cigarette in his right hand directly. The cigarette butt that had not yet burned down fell on the wool carpet, and a small dark hole was burned out in an instant. Then, the evil was invincible and the high-end wool blanket worth a thousand gold extinguished Mars.

Then he lowered his head and kissed him again.

Zhuo Huan held the young man's thin waist with one hand, stroked his cheek with the other hand, and gently rubbed his fingertips on the sensitive tips of his eyes. The finger strokes gradually fell down, and his hands naturally hugged the young man's waist.

Pajamas are always so easy to take off, or it is designed to exist for the sake of taking off, no matter whether the object is a man or a woman.

Fucheng felt that his senses were swallowed wildly and wantonly by the heavy smell of smoke. The bitter and dry and cold smell seemed to be not the smell of smoke. It was covered with the breath of Zhuo Huan.
To be continued...