The next morning, a tall man with brown hair hurried to the investigation headquarters and sent the flight simulation video that had been made before the European Aviation Safety Agency.

Lina poured him a cup of hot water: "Reid has been waiting for you for several days."

The brunette man raised his head carefully and looked in the direction of Zhuo Huan. "It always needs approval, and the results simulated by the software still have some flaws and need to be improved."

"Bang--"

When investigating the wide office area on the second floor of the headquarters, everyone was attracted by the sudden impact and looked up at the sound. The cold man kicked forward with his long legs, and the swivel chair slid backward, hitting the table behind, shaking the documents on the table slightly trembling.

The loud noise came from here.

The person involved didn't seem to be planning to explain, just chuckled and then stood up, without even looking at Lina and the brunette man beside her, passing by them. He grabbed the hair that was tied into a small tug, and walked to Su Fei's table.

"Go and get the information."

Su Fei looked confused: "Ah? Me?"

At this time, a tall and thin figure stood up and walked to Lina.

Lina smiled helplessly at him, Fucheng took the hard drive and sent the thing over.

Fu Cheng knew that this man must be in a bad mood. He raised his cold eyes and looked at him steadily without any warmth. After two seconds, he reached out to take the hard drive in his hand.

The survey headquarters was filled with thick low pressure throughout the morning.

It was at least a low-pressure hurricane cyclone of level 12, and everyone dared not speak loudly, and the brunette man was also feeling uncomfortable.

By noon, Zhuo Huan checked the complete investigation report. The brunette man breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to look at Zhuo Huan's face at all. He found a reason and ran away without looking back.

Zhuo Huan turned his head and said, "What kind of tea did you make for him?"

Lina smiled and said, "Hot water."

Zhuo Huan was stunned and then smiled with satisfaction for a long time.

Zhuo Huan: "Have you contacted Mai Fei for the Black Box?"

Lina: "I thought you would contact Mai Fei in person, Reid."

Zhuo Huan: "It's more convenient for you to contact me."

"good."

After briefly explaining the work tasks of several people in the afternoon, Zhuo Huan took out the desk drawer, found a lighter, and stuffed it into his pocket. He went downstairs and left the investigation headquarters.

Fucheng looked down from the window on the second floor and saw him turn around, walk to the corner covered by shadows, and lit the smoke.

"Would you like to have a wonderful lunch together before we start our afternoon work?"

Fucheng looked up and smiled at Old Joseph, "Okay."

The two took a sandwich and went downstairs together.

They met Zhuo Huan who had returned from smoking at the stairs. The scent of smoke was covered with a gloomy smell that was entangled in him. He frowned and looked up and down at Fucheng and Old Joseph, and his eyes finally stopped on the sandwich in their hands.

"Lunch?"

Old Joseph smiled and said, "Yes, eat whatever you want and you can go to the hospital at one point."

Zhuo Huan turned sideways and asked the two to go first.

When they got down the stairs, Fucheng looked back and saw that the man turned into one step again, and then went upstairs in a few steps.

"Do you think Reid is difficult to get along with?"

Fucheng was stunned and retracted his gaze.

"No."

Old Joseph shrugged: "Then I have to say, I think he is very difficult to get along with." He blinked at Fucheng, "Adrain, you know, it's the investigator of EASA who just left. He actually delayed it for two days to send the video materials. I really admire him. He has extraordinary courage. I have never seen anyone dare to let Reid go pigeons for so long. Perhaps such people have been thrown into the Atlantic Ocean to feed fish. By the way, are you trying to ask, why is the Atlantic Ocean not the Pacific Ocean?"

Fucheng smiled slightly: No, I don't want to.

Old Joseph asked and answered himself, showing his envious eyes: "I heard that Reid has a private island in the Atlantic Ocean!"

The two gnawed the dry sandwich.

Old Joseph: "You must have a good meal tonight, anyway, public funds will be reimbursed!"

Fucheng seemed to suddenly remember something, and he said casually: "Since Teacher Zhuo attaches great importance to efficiency, the black box is now in Maifei Company. If you want to get it as soon as possible, shouldn't Teacher Zhuo and Maifei Company contact us?" After a pause, Fucheng said calmly: "After all, Teacher Zhuo was once the chief designer of Maifei F475."

Old Joseph laughed: "You don't know this. Do you know what Lina's surname is?"

Fucheng's heart tightened, and there was no change on his face. "I don't know."

"Her surname is Comte." Looking at Fucheng's shocked expression, Old Joseph was very satisfied. "Everyone can have the surname Cote - the second largest shareholder of Maifei Company, the Comte family."

In the afternoon, Fucheng and old Joseph came to Helsinki University Hospital.

Before the two were about to enter the hospital, Old Joseph stopped and looked at Fucheng. He looked solemnly and asked seriously: "I want to make sure two things before entering. First, Fu, do you know who we are about to conduct witness interviews?"

"Know."

"Secondly, before the final result came out, no one knew the real reason for the JAL JL917 crash. Therefore, no matter how the outside world viewed it, our investigators absolutely prohibited from substituting any personal emotions."

Fucheng looked at Old Joseph's light green eyes and nodded after a long time.

The two entered the hospital.

The JAL Air JL917 air crash killed a total of 136 passengers and 9 aircraft crew members, including one captain, two deputy captains, an onboard engineer and five flight attendants. Today, the two people from Fucheng interviewed and collected evidence was one of the surviving flight attendants, Yamashita Aki.

Passing by one ward after another, the two finally stopped in front of a single ward. After knocking on the door and getting permission, they pushed the door open and entered.

The ward faces south, and the dazzling sunlight shines into the room through the floor-to-ceiling window, as soft as spring. Fucheng couldn't help but squint his eyes. After waiting for a few seconds to adapt to the light in the room, he gradually saw the young woman lying on the hospital bed and looking out the window.

She had a small and delicate face, but her skin was pale and surprisingly thin. Because she was too thin, her eyes were raised and she almost lost her appearance.

Fucheng and old Joseph walked to her bedside, but she seemed to hear nothing and still looked out the window quietly.

The white bed covers her lower body, but the quilt only outlines one left leg.

No right leg.

Old Joseph said in English: "Miss Yamashita, I am Joseph, this is my colleague Fucheng. We called in advance and wanted to find out some information from you."

The woman turned her head dullly and looked at them, and after a long time, she nodded.

Old Joseph said in a kind tone: "If you feel any discomfort during the conversation, you can ask it at any time."

The answer to him was Yamashita Hui's never-changing silence.

Old Joseph looked at Fucheng, who nodded and turned on the recorder.

"Where were you doing when the accident happened and what did you do?"

In the quiet house, only the ticking of medical instruments was heard.

Just when Fucheng thought she would not answer, she spoke: "At JL917, I am a business class flight attendant. The plane is about to land. I sit in the front cabin safety seat, waiting for landing."

"Did you hear something strange?"

"No."

"Has the captain's radio started to ring and give a special reminder?"

"No."

After a series of questions, Yamashita Hui's answer gradually became "have" and "no".

Fucheng couldn't help but look at Old Joseph.

In interview psychology, if the interviewer's answers are only "yes" and "no", it is generally difficult to obtain useful information. Therefore, try to ask open-ended questions as much as possible to avoid closed-ended questions.

But he believed that with the experience of old Joseph, he would not make such mistakes.

The next moment, I heard Old Joseph ask: "When was the last time you talked to the cockpit and what was the call."

Yamashita Akira: "I am a business class flight attendant and I am not responsible for talking to the cockpit."

After waiting for a while, Old Joseph spoke again: "When was the last time you talked to Shosuke Maeda and what did you say?"

In an instant, the face, which was too thin, looked like a skeleton, had its blue veins exposed, and its eyes were about to break. Yamashita Hui raised her head and stared at Old Joseph tightly.

Old Joseph seemed to have not noticed it, and he seemed to be a tempting elder, and said softly: "Maeda Shosuke, deputy captain of JAL JL917, Mai Fei F435 flight hours are only 917 hours. But his flight assessment results have always been excellent. I believe he is a very outstanding young man." He took out a photo from his arms, and Old Joseph first glanced at him, and then handed it to Yamashita Akira: "Your fiancé is a very handsome young man."

Yamashita Hui took the photo tremblingly. She looked at the flat-headed young man who was smiling brightly in the photo without blinking. After a long time, a huge tears fell on the photo, and her fingers pressed the photo out of wrinkles.

After waiting for a long time, the hoarse female voice cried: "Two days before takeoff... at noon on December 17, I talked to him for the last time. We had a fight and I returned the ring to him. He is no longer my fiancé. He is a good person, I am, I abandoned him, and I am not worthy of him."

The crying could not be suppressed again, she covered her cheeks and tears flowed down her fingers.

She cried in sorrow, unable to speak.

Old Joseph and Fucheng looked quietly aside.

Five minutes later, Yamashita Aki's voice trembled. She wiped her tears and showed a weak smile: "His father owed a large debt. This debt was not known to us until half a year ago. Shosuke was taught to be a man since he was a child, to be responsible and not to escape difficulties, so he took the initiative to bear the debt."

"We have been having a hard time in the past six months. I want to help him, but I am just a cowardly ordinary person. He has never given up. Even if he is caught by a creditor, he apologized to them very seriously and promised to pay back the debt. He did it, and he paid back a lot of money, but there are still a lot of money, and there are too many."

"I can't do it, I can't do it."

Covering his cheeks with both hands, Hui Yamashita burst into tears.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hands and held Fucheng's hand vigorously.
To be continued...