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date="2021-10-04"

title="chapter Five"

weight="139385"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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JAL JL917 crashed into a farmland one kilometer east of Vantaa Airport.

Half a year later, this open space has long been demarcated by Finnish officials, and no one else is allowed to enter until the results of the accident investigation are released.

UAAG was specially invited by the European Aviation Safety Agency to participate in the investigation a few days ago. Now UAAG requires another on-site collection. More than 20 staff members enter the scene and do the final collection work.

Fucheng pulled the yellow cordon aside, bent over and entered the scene of the crash.

On about half a square kilometer of land, weeds grow in the wind. But among these weeds, there are burnt pieces of land, which seem to grow on human skin, which is difficult to get rid of tinea, mottled and dazzling.

The JL917 carried 140 tons of fuel when it took off. When it landed, there was less than 5 tons of fuel left on the left and right wings.

It is precisely because the fuel is not used up that the explosion will occur when the plane crashes, burning the farmland like this.

Fu Cheng said in his heart: "So, if the fuel ran out, this reason was ruled out."

The reason for running out of fuel sounds outrageous, but it has happened more than once in the history of human air disasters.

On December 28, 1978, on United Airlines Flight 173, the two pilots focused on repairing the malfunctioning instrument. They did not notice that the fuel ran out and eventually crashed.

On August 6, 2005, Tunisian International Airlines Flight 1153, due to an error in the fuel level indicator, resulted in a loss of 2 tons of fuel, and ultimately failed to reach the destination and made a forced landing at sea.

Fucheng settled down.

Today is a sunny day, and the cool wind is blowing from the blue waves of the Gulf of Finland, mixed with a hint of salty water. If Fucheng inadvertently looked at the man standing not far away, he saw him put his hands in his pockets, raised his head to the sky, and closed his eyes slightly.

The long hair was blown back by the wind.

It seems to be listening to the sound of the wind.

The next moment, this picture was instantly broken. Fucheng hurriedly turned away, and Zhuo Huan walked over unhurriedly, and a slightly cool voice sounded from behind him: "Re-measure the initial impact point, ground fire zone, flight track..."

On the other side, UAAG investigates the headquarters.

"The fuel exhaustion has been ruled out, so the aircraft system failure, weather and human factors are left?" Su Fei held the accident data of JL917 in his hand, but did not read a word, craned his neck and said curiously. , "It feels pretty simple."

Old Joseph looked at him amusedly: "Is it simple? The weather can almost be ruled out. The day was a rare good weather in Helsinki, the weather was fine, and the wind speed was 5-15 knots. I couldn't find another good weather."

Su Fei clapped his hands: "That's not easy? Only aircraft system failures and human factors are left."

"The human factor depends on the black box. Maybe the CVR (cockpit voice recorder) will give us the answer, but now the black box is still being repaired at the Maifei head office. The explosion happened to destroy the core of the black box."

The punk boy stood up and suddenly realized: "RIP begs me, just for this!"

Old Joseph laughed. He looked at the accident 3D model in the computer and mumbled: "Speaking of which is a McFly aircraft, has Reid participated in the design of this aircraft?" He turned his head and looked at Lina.

Lina smiled: "The F435 was an airplane in the 1990s, when Reid was just born. Of course, as far as I know, he has not participated in the subsequent improvements."

"That's it."

At the scene of the plane accident, EASA investigators began to scan the scene.

After scanning in this way, you can use the data directly to build the model when you go back.

Fucheng carefully observed the entire area of ​​the air crash, and finally he walked to the edge of the wasteland, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and stroked the scorched piece of land on the ground.

It started with a cold temperature, and here was the initial impact point. Six months ago, JL917 started from here on the road of no return.

JAL JL917, using the F435 aircraft produced by McFly Corporation in 1991.

That plane... he also flew.

However, he did not notice. Not far away, a man was looking at him quietly with his eyes down.

The black coat was wide open, so when the wind blew, he hunted back. He watched as long as the black-haired young man stroked the burnt piece of land. Halfway through seeing it, he even took out his phone with great interest, turned on the clock, and wanted to press the stopwatch, but unfortunately, Fucheng stood up.

The black-haired young man walked up to him blankly and said politely: "Teacher Zhuo, do you think something is wrong with me?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "So obvious?"

The implication, I think you see it clearly?

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng calmly said: "I checked a lot of information about the air crash at the hotel last night, but I still don't understand why you want me to be transferred to UAAG." After a pause, "I'm just a pilot. , Without any experience in the investigation of aircraft accidents."

Zhuo Huan: "There is an active-duty pilot of China Donghua Airlines on board, who is proficient in all types of aircraft in active service and has the ERJ-190 flight qualification permit——"

"If necessary, be in place at any time."

The eyes widened suddenly.

"Are you on that plane too?"

Hey, no honorifics are used.

A smile appeared in Zhuo Huan's eyes.

A thousand times in Fucheng's mind, many strange things were answered at once.

Who can be paid attention to by the high-level officials of LaGuardia Airport, and personally go to the crew waiting room to receive; why he offered to help on the out-of-control plane, but the captain refused his kindness.

Because of Zhuo Huan.

Because that person is Reid·Ivrin·Patrick.

The top talented aircraft designer in the global aviation industry.

With amazing talent, he won the Wright Brothers Medal at the age of 21. At the age of 24, he became the chief engineer of McFly Aviation Manufacturing Company.

He might not be able to fly the ERJ-190 from New York to Boston, but he knew more about this aircraft than everyone on board at the time.

Flightradar once did a survey, and at the same time, 16,000 planes were sailing in the sky. Among them, there are two thousand, namely the Maifei F475.

The McFly F475 is the most successful commercial aircraft of McFly in the past 30 years.

And its chief designer is Reid·Irvin·Patrick.

"It's almost time to go back." Zhuo Huan took a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. He handed it to Fucheng, "Either?"

Fucheng looked at him with a complicated mood.

"When you don't want it anymore." Zhuo Huan put the gum back directly, put his hands in his pockets, and strode away. Halfway through, he stopped and looked back at the black-haired young man standing there, "By the way, I'm very curious, what you have been looking at for so long at the initial impact point just now."

Fucheng did not speak.

Zhuo Huan didn't have an answer when he didn't speak any more, turned and left.

Looking at this person's back, Fucheng's eyes darkened, without a trace of expression on his face.

"Working with Zhuo Huan...It's really breathless."

Fucheng turned around and saw an EASA investigator standing beside him at some point.

The investigator with an unfamiliar Asian face smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Gao Yun, I am a Finnish Chinese, an EASA investigator."

Fucheng was about to introduce himself.

"I’ve heard of you, Major Fu, the youngest air force major in China. You are also a genius. You transferred to civil aviation for personal reasons six months ago. You are a legend in China’s aviation industry. I still can’t believe anyone can master it. Of all the aircraft types, you are also very famous in our Chinese aviation circle. As for him..."

He turned his head and looked at the man who had reached the edge of the cordon.

Zhuo Huan.

The yellow cordon became an empty object in front of this person, and he stepped over with his long legs.

Gao Yun's tone couldn't conceal his admiration and admiration. He seemed to sigh casually: "Are there really people in the Chinese aviation industry who don't admire Zhuo Huan."

Worship?

Under the setting sun, the black-haired young man's face was against the faint glow, and the fluff on his face was clearly visible. He raised his mouth slightly and let out a soft laugh from his nose.

As soon as Fucheng returned to the investigation team headquarters, the punk boy leaned forward.

Although Fucheng didn't think the relationship between the two was very good, Su Fei waved his hand enthusiastically, then looked at Zhuo Huan, his face suddenly changed: "Heh, RIP, I already know that you did everything possible to treat me in Boston. I lied to you, what the UAAG wanted to do. Bring it in, the black box of JAL 917, I will repair it for you. If even I can't fix it, absolutely no one in this world can fix it."

Zhuo Huan sneered: "So confident?"

Su Fei rushed into the crown, before speaking, Old Joseph came out to make a round: "Reid, do you know who you are provoking?"

Su Fei straightened his chest.

Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand lazily, and pulled out his ears: "Who?"

Old Joseph coughed: "Won the IMO gold medal at the age of 13, nominated for the Turing Award at the age of 16, and graduated from Harvard with a master's degree at the age of 17."

"...Mr. Fly Su, a well-known scholar who is now being invited by major leading companies in the industry."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh? Wait, isn't it Sophie?"

Sophie.

Sophie.

Su Fei: "..."

Lina: "..."

Old Joseph spread his hands: Yes, whoever loves to do this good old man will do it.

Fucheng: "Puff."

Everyone's eyes swept toward him.

Even Zhuo Huan looked at him in surprise.

Fucheng: "..."

...Just, don't you think it's funny?

The punk teenager became angry from shame: "I still treat you as my best friend here! Break away! Break away!"

Everyone laughed.

There was noisy for a while, and soon everyone went to do their own thing.

In the moonlight, Fucheng was looking through the photos of the wreckage taken by the European Aviation Safety Agency before, and suddenly a shadow blocked the light.He raised his head.

This man really has an appearance comparable to his popularity, even from a bottom-up death angle, that perfect chin line and high nose bridge are impeccable.

Fucheng's lips moved. For a long time, his voice was calm: "Ms. Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket.

"It's a reward, a cold joke partner."

The author has something to say:

A beast like a sheep: A beast disguised as a sheep.

That sentence was said by Mr. Lu Xun~