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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter VII"

weight="139410"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The interview is over, but at three nods.

However, the two did not return to the investigation headquarters smoothly.

Just a few steps after leaving the ward, a loud noise blocked the way of Fucheng and Old Joseph.

"Sir, you can't do this."

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

"Call the security guard up!"

Amidst the crowd, several female nurses wearing white nurse hats opened their hands to block a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian-faced man. This man has messy hair and is wearing a washed, whitish, light-colored suit jacket. He raised his head to reveal tired eyes, bloodshots bursting out of his eyeballs, like a panicked and violent beast.

He rushed forward regardless, but the female nurses couldn't stop him.

Or maybe they didn't want to stop at all.

As a soldier, Fucheng subconsciously examined the scene of the riot, his eyes finally stopped on the female nurses who had never touched the man's arm. Each arm just blocked the front vainly, not exerting any effort at all.

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

Or, are there other reasons?

The man was about to rush to the single ward at the end of the corridor. He suddenly stopped and looked at Fucheng and Old Joseph beside him. When the line of sight really met, the intense sadness in these tired eyes instantly burned the old Joseph.

The elder Joseph had a wealth of experience in investigating aircraft accidents, and he understood the story behind these eyes almost instantly.

In the past two decades, he has seen countless pairs of eyes like this.

There are men and women, and there are old people and children.

Either with tears, or forbearance of 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, and the man spoke first. He spoke poor English, and gestured at Fucheng and Old Joseph's badges: "Are you investigators? Did the results come out? Is it the devil? It's him, it's him who killed everything. People, he killed everyone, right!"

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

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and yanked at the documents on the chest of old Joseph: "You are still dragging, and you still don't punish the murderer, you..."

A thin but powerful arm was as fast as lightning, and easily grabbed his elbow. He grabbed the backhand with his right hand, entangled the man's wrist, and turned his back. The man exclaimed in pain, and the face of the city pressed the man against the wall without changing his expression, his knee was pressed, and he was firmly clasped.

A set of movements were as swift as the wind, and even the nearest old Joseph did not react.

Just listen to Fushiki calmly speaking: "Mr. Yamada, before the investigation report came out, no one was a murderer, and no one needs to be punished."

It happened that two security guards climbed up the stairs panting, Fushiki pushed with his palms, pushing Yamada Kazuya in front of the two men.

"Take him away, this is the hospital."

The black-haired young man had a pair of cold eyebrows, but was so pressured that no one in the room dared to make a sound.

Leaving the hospital, the old Joseph was still unsure.

After slowing down, he looked at Fucheng: "Although I guessed that the person was a family member of the JL917 victim, or possibly one of the survivors, Fu, you actually know him and know his name? Is he here? When did you say your name and didn’t I notice it?"

Fucheng smiled gently: "After I came to Finland, I read all EASA's existing investigation reports. It happened to have a list of survivors and victims, and general information about their families."

Old Joseph was horrified: "So you are all on your back?"

Fucheng: "..."

"Old Joseph, I'm just an ordinary person, not an unforgettable child prodigy."

Old Joseph thought to himself: Just what you just did, ordinary people? Ah.

The two walked to the subway station.

Fucheng: "I remember him because Yamada Kazuo was not an ordinary survivor. He was still a family member of the victims." Upon hearing this, the old Joseph looked at him, "JL917, seat number 78A, 78B. The passenger in seat 78A called Yamada Kazuya, 78B is called Yamada Ami. On December 14, the two were newly married in Tokyo. On the 19th, they embarked on a honeymoon trip and came to Finland. They wanted to visit Arctic Village. I heard that it is Santa’s hometown."

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

For a long time, he murmured: "After boarding the plane, Yamada Ami wanted to sit by the window and watch the scenery, so he changed seats with his newlywed husband. When the plane crashed, the left wing of the plane was broken by the ground, and there was a row of windows on the left side of the plane. All the seats were broken, and seat 78A also flew out of the cabin... Seat 78B was intact."

All the interview materials of the survivors are recorded and saved.

When flipping through these materials, investigators sometimes listen to the audio at the same time.

The heart-piercing cry left a deep impression on the old Joseph. The man tore his throat and shouted the name of his new wife, as well as the unborn child in her belly.

Like Yamada Kazuya, there are not a few people who think that the JAL JL917 crash is a long-planned suicide.

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

They built a memorial for the victims not far from the Vantaa Airport. Under the white stone stele, dew-stained flowers are delivered every day.

Finland has never had such a big air crash. The media reports have not stopped since the day they were published.

No one knows where the reporter got the information about the crew. Among the three pilots in charge of flying the plane, the most noticeable is the Deputy Captain Shosuke Maeda.

Huge debts, emotional breakdown...

Each one is extremely suspicious.

It happened that he was the pilot in charge that day.

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

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 an air crash caused by the weather is almost zero; second, the McFly F435 is a large-scale production in the 1990s. Passenger aircraft is also one of the safest aircraft. For more than 20 years in flight, there has never been an engine stall without a story, so the possibility of flight system errors is extremely low.

Otherwise, there are only man-made reasons.

A deputy captain who wanted to commit suicide was driven to ruin by debts and his fiancée.

It just so happens that the fiancée who abandoned him was also on this plane, so take her to die together, and bring more than two hundred people to bury...

This reason is convincing.

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

That is Shanxia Hui.

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

Old Joseph's footsteps paused, and the little American man looked at him with a smile: "UAAG was invited by the European Aviation Safety Agency. But we have to find out the truth quickly. Finnish wine is really terrible! "

Back to the investigation headquarters, the two of them were shocked by the sight of 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’s full of stuff. What you can see is the four dilapidated engines. There are also some engine parts scattered all over the floor during the crash. Now they are also collected and placed on tables in different categories. superior.

Fucheng was thin and he was able to travel unimpeded.

Old Joseph is not good. He has a big beer belly and he can barely cross so many tables by leaning on his side.

Back on the second floor, old Joseph: "What's going on below? All four engines have been taken from EASA?"

Lina smiled and said, "Same as you saw. The weather will not be mentioned for the time being. For artificial reasons, after tomorrow, Mai Fei will use a special plane to send the black box over and let Su Fei complete the repair, so we can know what happened in the cockpit. As for the flight system problem, Reid said, let's check the engine, so all the parts of the engine were taken." She blinked, "The first floor has been empty for so long, just waiting for the engine."

A clear voice sounded: "Why don't you check the telex system? This is the simultaneous flameout of four engines. It can't be the engine itself."

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

As soon as his body became stiff, Fucheng turned his head slowly.

He saw the man.

The man was standing at the top of the stairs, leaning to the right, leaning slightly against the handrail, holding his hands on his chest, and looking at him with a smile.

There was only two seconds of silence, but the eyes between the four eyes looked like a year.

Fucheng heard him say this, his tone must be tough: "Yes, EASA's previous investigation report only briefly explained the damage of the engine, and did not start with the engine."

He was retorting Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan smiled lightly and stepped forward. He approached step by step, and Fucheng did not move for some reason, and stood still.

When this person stood in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but just as he raised it a little bit, Zhuo Huan put his hand on his head and pressed it down again.

Slender and cold fingers ran through the hair and rubbed his scalp, tingling him all over for just a moment.

Zhuo Huan retracted his hand, walked around him carelessly.

"So they can't find out."

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

"The intuition of the aircraft designer."

"Oh yes, this is the airplane designer who won the Wright Brothers Medal and is nominated for the Von Carmen Award—"

"intuition."

There was a moment of silence in the investigation headquarters.

After speaking these words, Zhuo Huan didn't speak again, he walked into the laboratory. Start testing the metal material just removed from the engine. No matter how noisy others were, he didn't even notice.

For a long time, Su Fei: "Fuck, pretend to be like this, I want to learn too."

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

Hearing how old Joseph described himself, Zhuo Huan finally raised his head with interest and gave him a cold look.

Old Joseph spread his hands, motioning for himself to shut up immediately.

Except for Lina, the rest of the UAAG went downstairs with the staff of the investigation headquarters and began to recheck the engine parts.

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

Fucheng kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not respond.

Su Fei scratched his head: "You said, if the engine breaks down together, where could it be broken?"

"Fucheng?"

Just when Su Fei thought he would not answer, Fucheng said, "Let's start with metal fatigue."