The leader was a middle-aged man with a short beard. He looked at Jiang Hao and said, "Hello, Mr. Jiang Hao. I'm Cory from the Federal Aviation Administration Committee. This is Senior Agent Jell from the FBI, and this is Mr. Ryan from American Airlines. First of all, please accept our condolences for the air disaster you experienced."
Jiang Hao looked slightly surprised. "What do you need from me?"
In fact, Jiang Hao had already guessed why they were here. They were probably going to ask about what had happened. That was a normal part of the investigation.
"We need to discuss something very important with you. The crash of N371US was a disaster. After the accident, we formed a joint investigation team to investigate the incident. You are currently the only survivor, and we need to question you to find out what happened on the plane," Cory said.
"Go ahead," Jiang Hao said cooperatively.
They found a place to sit. An assistant took out a folder and prepared to take notes. Cory began, "Mr. Jiang Hao, did the plane encounter a terrorist attack?"
"No."
"What were you doing at the time?"
Fuck, there was something off about that tone. They weren't treating him like a terrorist suspect, were they? Was this an investigation or an interrogation?
"After boarding, I took a short nap. I hadn't been awake for long when one of the plane's engines suddenly caught fire, and then chaos broke out."
"Now tell us everything you saw, from beginning to end, in detail."
"Fine. The engine on the right side of the plane suddenly caught fire. We were all stunned." Jiang Hao began recounting what had happened on the plane. The crash had not been caused by him, so he could simply tell the truth. There was