The interview ended, but it was only three o'clock.

However, the two failed to return to the investigation headquarters successfully.

Just a few steps away from the ward, a noisy noise blocked Fucheng and Old Joseph's way.

"Sir, you can't do that."

"Sir, this is the hospital. Please keep it quiet, otherwise I will call the security guard."

"Call the security guards up!"

With the crowds of people, several female nurses wearing white nurse hats opened their hands to block a black and yellow-skinned Asian-faced man. The man had messy hair and a light-colored suit jacket that washed white. He raised his head and exposed his tired eyes, and bloodshots bloomed from his eyes, like a panic and irritable beast.

He rushed forward regardless of the situation, and several female nurses could not stop him.

Or maybe they didn't particularly want to stop them.

As a soldier, Fucheng subconsciously examined the scene of the riot. His eyes finally stopped when the female nurses had never touched the man's arms. The arms were just floating in front of him and did not use any force at all.

Is it because Finns don’t like physical contact with people, or are they waiting for security guards to go upstairs?

Or, there are other reasons?

The man was about to rush to the single ward at the end of the corridor, but he suddenly stopped and looked at Fucheng and Old Joseph beside him. When his eyes really met, the deep sadness in his tired eyes instantly burned Old Joseph.

Old Joseph has rich experience in investigating plane accidents, and almost instantly he understood the story behind these eyes.

Over the past twenty years, he has seen countless pairs of such eyes.

There are men and women, the elderly and children.

Either hold on to tears or endure the grief.

But what has never changed is in the depths of the eyes, an endless wilderness swallowed by despair.

Old Joseph was about to speak, but the man spoke first. He spoke in broken English and pointed at the documents hanging on Fucheng and Old Joseph's chest like dancing: "Are you investigators? The result, is it the result? Is it the devil? It was him, it was him who harmed everyone, it was him who harmed everyone, right?"

Old Joseph was dumbfounded, not knowing what he was talking about. He didn't even know where he had angered this strange man. After seeing his confused reaction, the sadness on the man's face turned into a strong hatred at a speed visible to the naked eye. This strong hatred made his expression distorted. Old Joseph was obviously stronger than him, but he stared back half a step away.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the document on the old Joseph's chest: "You are still rubbing, and you won't punish the murderer, you..."

A thin but powerful arm was as fast as lightning, easily capturing his elbow. He grabbed his right hand with his back, wrapped around the man's wrist, and then turned back to the back. The man exclaimed in pain, and Fu Cheng pressed the man against the wall without changing his face, pressed his knees and held him tightly.

The movements were as fast as the wind, and even the old Joseph, who was closest to him, did not react.

I heard Fucheng speak calmly: "Mr. Yamada, before the investigation report comes out, no one is the murderer, and no one needs to be punished."

It happened that two security guards came up from the stairs panting. Fucheng pushed Yamada Kazuya with his palm and pushed Yamada Kazuya into front of the two of them.

"Take him away, this is the hospital."

The young black-haired man had cold eyebrows, but was so oppressed that no one present dared to speak out.

***

After leaving the hospital, Old Joseph was still uneasy.

After recovering from his senses, he looked at Fucheng: "Although I guessed that the man was a family member of the victims of JL917, or perhaps one of the survivors, Fu, you actually knew him and knew his name? Did he say his name at when did he say his name, and I didn't notice it?"

Fucheng smiled gently and said, "After coming to Finland, I read all the existing investigation reports from EASA. It happened to contain a list of survivors and victims, as well as a general information about their families."

Old Joseph said horrified: "So you have your back all?"

Fucheng: "..."

"Old Joseph, I am just an ordinary person, not a child prodigy who can never forget you."

Old Joseph thought to himself: Just the one you just now, an ordinary person? Haha.

The two walked towards the subway station.

Fucheng: "I remember him because Yamada Kazuya is not an ordinary survivor, and he is still a family member of the victim." Hearing this, Old Joseph looked at him, "JL917, seat number 78A, 78B. The passenger on the seat is Yamada Kazuya, and 78B is Yamada Yamada Yamada Yamada Yamada. On December 14, the two married in Tokyo. On the 19th, they embarked on a honeymoon trip and came to Finland to see the Arctic Village. I heard that it is Santa's hometown."

Old Joseph's lips opened slightly, and he remembered the survivor information he had read from the corner of his memory.

After a long time, he murmured: "After boarding the plane, Yamada Yamada wanted to sit by the window and watch the scenery, so she changed seats with her newlywed husband. During the crash, the left wing of the plane was broken by the ground, and all the seats near the window on the left were pulled and the 78A seat also flew out of the cabin... The 78B seat was intact."

All interview materials of survivors are recorded and saved.

When flipping through these materials, investigators sometimes listen to audio simultaneously.

The heart-wrenching cry left a deep impression on Old Joseph. The man shouted the name of his newlywed wife and the unborn child in her belly.

***

Like Kazuya Yamada, there are many people who believe that this JAL JL917 crash was a long-planned man-made suicide incident.

Most of the survivors returned to Japan, and a small number remained in Helsinki.

They built a monument for the victims not far from Wanta Airport. Under the white stone tablet, people sent flowers stained with dew every day.

There has never been such a major air crash in Finland, and media reports have not stopped since the day of the outbreak.

No one knows where the reporter got the information of the crew. Among the three pilots responsible for flying the plane, the most noticeable one was the deputy captain Shosuke Maeda.

Huge debts, broken relationships...

Each one is extremely suspicious.

But he was the pilot who was the one who was in charge that day.

The captain is responsible for assisting him in flight and radio communication.

The suspicion of the media is not groundless. When "fuel exhaustion" is ruled out, first, the day of the accident was a rare good weather in Helsinki, and the possibility of air crashes caused by weather is almost zero; second, the Maifei F435 was a large passenger aircraft produced in the 1990s and one of the safest aircraft. In more than 20 years of flight operation, there has never been an engine shutdown without a story, so the possibility of a flight system error is extremely low.

Apart from this, only human reasons are left.

A deputy captain who wanted to commit suicide was forced into a dead end by debt and fiancée.

It happened that his fiancée who abandoned him was also on this plane, so she took her to die with her and then took more than 200 people to bury her...

How convincing this reason.

There is only one person left in the world who is willing to believe him.

That is Hui at the foot of the mountain.

Fucheng suddenly realized: "That's why UAAG came here?"

Old Joseph paused, and the old American man looked at him with a smile: "UAAG was invited by the European Aviation Safety Administration. But we have to find out the truth quickly. Finnish wine is really too bad!"

When they returned to the investigation headquarters, the two of them were shocked by the scene on the first floor as soon as they stepped in.

The first floor of the investigation headquarters was originally vacant, like a large warehouse. Now it is full of stuff. It can be seen that the specific appearance is four damaged engines. Some engine parts scattered all over the ground when the plane crashes. Now they are collected and placed on tables in different categories.

Fucheng is thin and he is still traveling without any obstacles.

Old Joseph was not good. He had a big beer belly and could barely pass through so many tables with his body on his side.

Back on the second floor, Old Joseph: "What's going on? All four engines were taken from EASA?"

Lina smiled and said, "It's the same as you've seen. I won't mention the weather reasons for this. For human reasons, when Maifei sends the black box with a special plane tomorrow and asks Su Fei to repair it, you can know what's going on in the cockpit. As for the problem with the flight system, Reid said, let's check the engine, so all the components of the engine were taken over." She blinked, "The first layer has been empty for so long, and she is waiting for the engine."

A clear voice sounded: "Why not check the telex system? This is when the four engines are turned off at the same time. It cannot be a problem with the engine itself."

"Because you think it's impossible for four engines to go wrong at the same time?"

His body stiffened and Fucheng turned his head slowly.

He saw the man.

The man stood at the entrance of the stairs, leaning his body right, leaning slightly against the handrail, holding his hands in his chest, and looking at him with a smile.

There was only two seconds of silence, but the eyes were like a year.

When Fu Cheng heard himself say this, his tone was definitely tough: "Yes, EASA's previous investigation report simply explained the damage to the engine and did not start with the engine."

He is refuting Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan chuckled softly and walked forward. He approached step by step. Fucheng didn't know why, but he stood there without moving for a moment.

When the man stood in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but as soon as he raised it a little, Zhuo Huan pressed his head with one hand and then pressed it down.

His slender and cold fingers passed through his hair and rubbed his scalp. In just a moment, he made his whole body numb.

Zhuo Huan withdrew his hand, bypassed him, and walked over casually.

"So they can't find it out."

"Check the engine. As for the reason..."

“The intuition of the aircraft designer.”

"Oh yes, this is the aircraft designer who received the Wright Brothers Medal and has a Von Karmen Award nomination-"

"intuition."

The investigation headquarters was quiet for a moment.

After saying these words, Zhuo Huan didn't speak anymore. He walked into the laboratory and began to test the metal material that had just been removed from the engine. No matter how no one else made a noise, he seemed to have never heard of it.

After a long time, Su Fei: "Damn it, I want to learn it too."

Old Joseph laughed: "Reid has always been like this, arrogant and arrogant, so you don't care about him." This is explaining to Fucheng. Zhuo Huan didn't deliberately target him just now, but this guy has a bad temper.

Hearing Old Joseph describes himself like this, Zhuo Huan was finally interested in raising his head and gave him a cold look.

Old Joseph spread his hands and signaled himself to shut up immediately.

Except Lina, several other UAAG members and staff from the investigation headquarters went downstairs and began to re-check the engine parts.

Su Fei approached Fucheng and touched his arm: "I think you are right. If the four engines are broken, they cannot be broken together. It's because there is a problem with the RIP brain, and the dictatorship is not questionable."

Fucheng always lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not respond.

Su Fei scratched his head: "You said, if the engine breaks down together, where can it break down?"

"Fucheng?"
Chapter completed!