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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter two"

weight="139369"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Amidst the white clouds and mist, a blue-and-white ERJ-190 passenger plane broke through the night and crossed the sky.

A faint spark spattered from below the left wing of the plane, and in the black crack above the wing, a swaying dark red was mixed in the endless darkness, like a fire beast hung in the ashes, every moment of the flicker was strangled. The human throat is suffocating.

At a height of 10,000 feet, a hurricane with a speed of 430 knots per hour blasted into the gap in the wing fracture, and it failed to extinguish the flame.

The plane stabilized.

But the huge roar hummed, smashing people's cranial cavity with one sound, shaking the world in front of him into a phantom.

Inside the cabin were crying one after another, they trembled and hugged in fear, and only with tears could they vent the fear in their hearts at this moment.

In order to prevent the plane from losing weight suddenly, the stewardess clung to the seat with both hands and walked to the front cabin of the plane.

Picking up the microphone, she whispered in a dumb voice and contacted the pilot first. After obtaining approval, the cockpit door opened from the inside, and she walked in quickly.

The light is dimmed rapidly, and the cockpit of the aircraft is different from the passenger cabin, and there is no strong light source to illuminate it. In the almost dark environment, only the dense clusters of dashboards are emitting light, more like the night sky, spreading out the whole night, sprinkled with diamond-like stars.

The crew members have received professional training. The flight attendant dared not approach the instrument, but stood at a distance and spoke loudly——

"The cabin is in stable condition. Thirteen people were injured. Two of them were seriously injured and no lives are in danger for the time being."

"From the passenger window, you can see that there is a gap on the upper surface of the left wing, and there is a fire on the lower part. It is suspected that the engine is damaged, and the debris is splitting the wing."

The captain turned around, his voice raised: "Is the engine damaged and the wing split?"

The flight attendant was stunned: "No, no, it was said by a passenger." A pair of black eyes full of conviction and determination emerged in her mind, and she became firm: "Captain, there is an active pilot in the cabin, requesting help from the cockpit. , The pilot said that he would be in place at any time if necessary. He is proficient in all types of aircraft currently in service..."

"You said he is proficient in all models in active service?"

In the darkness, a strange male voice interrupted the stewardess. She seemed to have just realized that there was a third person in the cockpit. She lowered her head and saw the man crouching behind the engine at a glance.

He was really squatting, his figure submerged in the night. Holding the two throttle levers of the engine with each hand, when looked up sideways, half of face was blocked by the cast shadow, and because the nose was too thin and tall, like a knife, it revealed a coolness. Indifferent means.

It's hard to imagine that you will see a third person in the cockpit of an airplane, a handsome man who is obviously uncut. A black hair seemed to have just woken up and was cleaned up after a few strokes. A few strands of hair fell uninhibited in front of his eyes, and each strand of hair revealed the same alienation and carelessness from the owner. His clothes are slightly wrinkled, his pupils are slightly darker, and a white light flashes occasionally around his slender neck——

It was a bluetooth headset, which was arbitrarily wrapped around the neck by the owner at this moment.

This overly superior skin made the stewardess forget to speak for a while, until the deputy captain cursed violently.

"Holy **! There are people making such jokes at this time. Proficient in all types of active service? Does he think he is God!"

This sentence was nothing but thunder, so that the stewardess instantly sobered up and felt a chill in her heart.

The disaster happened so suddenly that she even forgot, how could anyone in this world be proficient in all models!

Training a good pilot is a long and arduous process.

Basic course learning takes about two years, followed by at least four months of flight training. You can't fly a passenger plane with a flight license. For example, to fly this ERJ-190, you need to receive another six months of specific aircraft training: for six months, only learn this ERJ-190 passenger plane.

In other words, the pilot who can sit in the pilot position of this ERJ-190 has received at least three years of long learning.

This is also limited to this aircraft.

Being teased in such an anxious situation, even an experienced captain cannot have a good face: "Passengers never know how the people in the cockpit are facing the difficulties of climbing Drina Mountain at this moment. ."

The flight attendant felt a dryness in her mouth. She was about to apologize when she heard a voice saying faintly: "I know one of the pilots who are proficient in all types of aircraft in active service."

"Mr. Patrick?!" The captain looked at him in shock.

The stewardess followed the voice and looked down, but the surprisingly speaking Asian man had already turned his head, leaving only the back of her head. He manipulated the throttle stick intently, his voice was frivolity, but somehow the three people in the cockpit thought he seemed extremely serious.

"An Air Force pilot in China seems to be like this." After a syllable pause, he said casually: "But it doesn't matter. Three people in the cockpit are enough. It doesn't matter whether he lies or tells the truth. People. Too many people have different opinions, they can’t be used, they are just cumbersome."

He whispered casually: "He doesn't have to come."

This person's tone was calm and casual, but because of his long standing at the top, he carried a hint of command that could not be refused. The flight attendant didn't think it was wrong, so she subconsciously wanted to go back to the cabin. She just turned around and remembered that it was the captain who really controlled the fate of the plane.

She was surprised at her reaction for a moment, then looked up at the captain.

The captain nodded and said, "Just listen to Mr. Patrick."

Patrick?

Who is he?

The stewardess left the cockpit, feeling confused.

Before leaving, she heard the captain say to the deputy captain: "The situation is temporarily stable, hang up the 7700 emergency code, open the Flight Operations Manual, and inquire about the damage of the No. 1 engine."

The deputy captain quickly repeated the captain's words, followed by a rush of flipping through the books, and he was reading the catalog.

"Page 137."

This is the voice of Mr. Patrick!

The stewardess exclaimed in her heart.

The deputy captain was surprised: "It's really on page 137!"

The captain picked up the radio and pressed the switch: "Mayday Mayday Mayday, American Airlines Flight 2186, call Boston..."

The cockpit door was closed tightly behind, but the doubt in the stewardess's heart was like a Pandora's box, which was quietly opened——

Who is this mysterious Mr. Patrick?

The stewardess quietly came to the cabin and explained the situation to Fucheng in a low voice.

Originally prepared to go to the cockpit for assistance, Fucheng was slightly surprised when he heard his request was rejected by the captain, and he shook his head and said: "Follow the captain's arrangements."

The stewardess bowed earnestly: "Thank you."

Unable to enter the cockpit, all he can do is protect himself and the people around him as much as possible.

The ERJ-190 passenger aircraft is a small short-haul passenger aircraft produced by Embraer in 2002. It can land smoothly even if one engine is turned off. The plane slowly approached Boston Logan International Airport in a disturbing tremor, and through the small porthole, the ground got closer and closer.

Suddenly, two beeps sounded in the cabin, followed by the captain's announcement.

"Good evening, passengers, I am the captain of this flight, Stephen George. Our plane has a small problem, but please rest assured that we are working hard to control the plane. The plane will land at Logan International Airport in four minutes. Please fasten your seat belt and take a collision-proof posture."

When the voice fell, the flight attendants sat on the safety seats and said loudly:

"Bend down, bow your head, hug your knees!"

The passengers in the cabin lowered their heads anxiously, making anti-collision poses.

This is the four minutes that determine fate. The three minutes before the plane takes off and the eight minutes before the landing are called "Dangerous Eleven Minutes." 80% of air crashes occur at this moment.

Fucheng lowered his head and hugged his knees quietly.

The passengers beside him didn't know that it was most likely the last four minutes of their lives, but he knew it. He closed his eyes and wanted to watch a life's revolving stage like it was shot in the movie. But what emerged in front of him was only an infinite expanse of whiteness, and a figure that was hidden at the end of the long white and could never be seen clearly.

Three minutes to count...

Two minutes to go...

Count down one minute...

5, 4, 3, 2——

"boom"

The plane hit the ground hard, and the cabin was full of screams and crying.

It smashed on the track, but it was not smashed into a pancake. After the violent shaking, the plane taxied forward. Fucheng suddenly raised his head and looked out the window. The flashes of fire trucks and police cars lit up on both sides of the runway.

The airport media standing at the end of the runway is already ready, and the highlight lights, long cannon microphones, and cameras are all in place.

The sweaty host looked at the camera and spit out excitedly: "Landed, landed safely! American Airlines Flight 2186 has landed smoothly at Logan International Airport at this moment, and it is still taxiing—"

Forty minutes later, Fucheng took the little girl's hand and got off the plane.

Leaving the crowded place, the girl's mother repeatedly thanked her and took the child from Fucheng.

"Thank you brother!"

Fucheng waved his hand and turned to leave.

Walking under the tall floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal building, Fucheng looked at the plane hidden in the dark from a distance. The fire on the wing had long been extinguished by the fire engine, and the injured passengers were also picked up by the ambulance. Now a group of people are gathered around the plane, preparing to investigate the cause of the plane accident.

The last night of the Independence Day holiday is destined to be a sleepless night.

Fucheng retracted his gaze and saw a few men in black suits and work cards approaching him.

Fucheng settled down, surprised.

He didn't expect the NTSB (National Transportation Safety Board) people to come so quickly.

The two sides pass by, like parallel lines that will never intersect.

The other party did not notice Fucheng.

Fucheng glanced back at these people.

He had things to do when he came to Boston, and he didn't have time to stay. So strode away.

After NTSB investigators arrived at the scene of the accident, they immediately took photos of the scene. Some people entered the cabin of the aircraft, and some came to the runway, and took photos of the tire marks on the runway.

The person in charge of this incident was a brown-haired, tall man. Hearing what the staff on site said, he was surprised: "Is he also on this plane?" Then under the guidance of the staff, he passed through the crowd. , Walked across the bridge and came to the terminal building, and saw the man with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window and his hands in his pockets.

"Patrick."

The man lowered his head to listen to the music, but did not respond.

"Patrick!"

He walked up to the opponent and finally attracted the attention of the opponent.

The man took off the white Bluetooth headset and raised his long eyebrows: "Lovince? Are you in Boston?" He gave a mocking smile, "Oh, you were finally sent to the Boston branch?"

If it wasn't for some friendship with the man in front of him, and knowing that the other person was of this personality, Lowens had no doubt that he would smash the man's good-looking face with a punch.

"I just came to Boston by accident."

The man was wearing a black mask and a white earphone around his neck. He was still listening to music in a leisurely manner just now, but he was not like he had just experienced a terrible plane crash.

Lowens knew that he could not have any expectations for the person in front of him, nor could he be forced to pay attention to politeness and remember to take off his mask when talking to others. But what he couldn't bear was: "What are you eating?"

The man took off the mask with one hand, chewed vigorously a few times, and lazily said: "Gum." After a while, he wanted to add another sentence: "Can't you see it?"

Lowens: "..."

Take a deep breath.

"Patrick, I heard that you were also on this plane and entered the cockpit to assist in the landing? Maybe we can find a place to have a chat. Of course, if you are willing to spit out the gum and chat with me, I might be happier. , Happier than seeing old friends."

"Then can you change that sentence?"

Lowens: "Huh?"

The man raised his hand to his back, and Lowens looked at it.

『NO **OKING』

The airport is not without smoking rooms, but it is not open to passengers.

Lowens took someone to the smoking room dedicated to the crew. He asked to leave other people in the smoking room because of some investigation and questioning. He skillfully took out a beautiful metal cigarette case from his arms, and when he pressed his finger on the side, a cigarette popped out.

The man took out a long cigarette, took out the lighter he had just handed in from the security box, and lit the cigarette.

In the smoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep pupils were dyed black.

Lowens: "First of all congratulations, my friend, you survived this plane crash."

"Anyone killed?"

"No, this is a successful landing, there are no victims."

Thin and long fingers gently clamped the slender cigarette, and he said lightly: "I will never let my name play in front of me."

Lowens didn't react for a while, he opened his mouth, and he could speak Chinese fluently: "Zhuo Huan?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "English name."

Lowens uttered the English name of the person before him blankly: "Reid·Irvin·Patrick...?"

Zhuo Huan laughed, his voice was low and nice.

Lowens read his name several times, and suddenly he was taken aback: "R·I·P?!"

Rest In Peace——

rest in peace.

I have never seen anyone scolding myself like this!