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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twelve"

weight="139439"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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At midnight, all the investigators went back to rest first. Su Fei was about to leave, and Zhuo Huan was dragged back by his neckline.

Fucheng turned his head and glanced at them.

Lina: "Don't worry about them."

Fucheng looked back at her.

Lina smiled and said, "Tsuna Teiichi, I have heard of this name before. He is only 29 years old and he is already a professor in the Department of Physics at the University of Tokyo. He is a well-known talented physicist in the field of physics. Yes. Now he should be looking for Su Fei's help, and would like to write a warm and friendly invitation letter. I would like Emperor Zina to study whether the magnetic storm might affect the aircraft's MCD magnetic chip detector."

As soon as the voice fell, a punk boy exclaimed from the office: "Fuck, you really want to do this? You are not afraid that people will kill you!"

Zhuo Huan pushed him back on the chair: "Shut up, just do it."

Su Fei: "Are you asking for help? Send someone a computer virus first."

Fucheng: "..."

Lina: "..."

No one knows what kind of enthusiastic invitation letter Zhuo Huan wrote, asking Professor Tsuna Teichi for help. In short, two days later, the investigation headquarters received an email from the University of Tokyo.

"To UAAG:

The experiment has already started.

PS: There is no need to send a computer virus to deliberately provoke. This is the JAL 917 accident and I will never refuse.

PSS: Zhuo Jun, look forward to seeing you again at the next World Physics Conference.

Tsuna Teiichi. 』

Su Fei: "The murderous spirit."

Zhuo Huan sneered, and didn't take Tsunai's reply seriously at all.

In private, Su Fei couldn't help but complain to Fucheng: "Have you ever seen such a begging. He said that Emperor Tsunai was a very cold-blooded person, and he never cared about things that had nothing to do with his experimental subjects. So please ask. If he helps, he must be noticed. Otherwise, even if he sends an email to him, he may throw it in the mailbox as spam without even looking at it. But he didn't ask for help..."

Fucheng raised his eyebrows to look at him: "What kind of computer virus did you do?"

Su Fei suddenly became proud: "It's a variant macro virus. I secretly stuffed a document on his computer desktop with the title of a topic he recently studied. He opened it, and as soon as I opened it, I immediately saved all his words. The document is locked. If you want to open the document, you must reply to all the emails in the mailbox. Now you can definitely see the emails we sent, I'm such a genius!"

Fucheng: "..."

I don’t think you seem to feel guilty at all...

You, UAAG, are indeed the best!

Nine days later, Teichi Tsunai sent a 178-page email.

"In response to the JAL flight 917 accident, the following hypotheses are proposed—"'

"When the closed electromagnetic field is affected by the external magnetic field, if the curl reaches a certain critical point, can the magnetic field be kept stable and conserved?"

"Experiment 1, testing the electric displacement flux velocity..."

Lina printed the 178-page paper and distributed it to all investigators present.

In this paper, Teichi Tsunai proposed six possibilities, from the displacement current to the vortex electric field, and finally after 143 experiments, the first five hypotheses were directly rejected by Teichi Tsunai.

Only the last one got his approval.

"Experiments have shown that when the closed electromagnetic field rubs against each other, there is a certain chance that a relatively stable and balanced vortex electric field will be formed... When the plane is landing, due to changes in speed and air pressure, there is a certain chance of destroying the magnetic field balance that is on the verge of collapse and weakening the magnetism. ..."

"...In 78 experiments, the success rate of this hypothesis is 1 time."

"The above are all laboratory theories, and no real machine experiments have been carried out on the McFly F435 aircraft."

"It is recommended that UAAG completely simulate the route of JAL 917 and conduct a simulated test flight based on the flight data of JAL 917."

"I have sent a specially designed magnetic sensor to Finland. Please install it on the McFly F435 engine. According to the Russian Meteorological Agency, a small-scale solar wind and magnetic storm will erupt in the Arctic Circle on August 27, 2020. Suggestions A simulated flight test will be conducted on the evening of the 27th, and the data obtained from the flight test will prove my theory to a certain extent."

"Good luck everyone."

"Tsuna Teichi."

Zhuo Huan was the first to finish the 178-page paper. Ten minutes later, Fucheng also finished watching it.

The next second after reading this paper, he raised his head suddenly and looked at Zhuo Huan.

The elegant young man looked calm and looked at the man intently.

His gaze was calm but deep, and Zhuo Huan quickly noticed it, slowly raised his head, and looked at Fucheng.

After the eyes met, there was a long silence.

Gradually, more and more investigators have finished reading this paper.

Perhaps they did not fully understand Teichi Tsuna's physical theory, but they only need to know: It is indeed possible that the Nikko 917 crashed because of a polar magnetic storm, although this possibility is only one in 78.

After the old Joseph finished reading this paper, he froze for a while, then looked up at Fucheng.

At this time, Su Fei also finished reading the paper: "This is all things, I really don't like physics, so in the end I came to the conclusion that it is indeed possible that the air crash was caused by a magnetic storm? That should be what it meant? Huh, Why don't you talk, what are you doing."

At the next moment, Su Fei reacted: "Fuck, isn't it, want us to test the flight again?!"

At the end of the email, Emperor Tsunai used a bold font to write specifically—

"I suggest UAAG... a simulated flight test. 』

Old Joseph: "Simulate an air crash and re-test the flight. This kind of thing has not happened. In 1996, TWA Flight 800 exploded in the air shortly after take-off. One year later, the NTSB renewed in order to confirm whether the aircraft's fuel tank design had any loopholes. It simulated the crash of Global Aviation 800 and asked a test pilot to fly a plane of the same model and fly it again under the same preconditions. It was finally confirmed that the crash was caused by a Boeing design error."

Lina also frowned, "So I'm looking for a McFly F435 and fly it again? Can Professor Tsuna guarantee that there will be no accidents this time?"

Old Joseph was silent, without saying a word.

Su Fei’s mouth twitched: “What kind of strange professor is this? Isn’t this someone sent to death? Although the magnetic storm may not be as serious as half a year ago, it is also a magnetic storm. I also deliberately chose August 27, the strongest one. Going to fly in one day, this horse riding is crazy!"

After discussing for a while, the EASA investigator sent a representative to Zhuo Huan and said: "Mr. Patrick, we will contact the EASA headquarters in a while and send a professional test pilot directly from the Air Force. As for how to complete it. To reproduce the conditions of the JAL 917 accident, we still need to check with you."

Zhuo Huanzhuang glanced at Fucheng inadvertently, and then withdrew his gaze: "Well, there are still two days before the 27th. In addition to the test pilot, another Maifei F435 will be prepared."

"Okay, I will report it immediately."

EASA investigators continue to be busy again.

EASA quickly transferred a McFly F435 from Finnair. In order to reproduce the accident, the aircraft they found had the same number of flying hours as the JAL 917.

The next day, the British Air Force sent an Air Force test pilot to Helsinki.

In the afternoon, the special magnetic sensor designed by Teichi Tsuna was also sent to the investigation headquarters.

Everything is ready.

The day before the test flight, the test pilot transferred from the UK was still reading the accident investigation data of the air crash.

If he wants to reproduce it perfectly, without fail, he must be fully aware of the JAL 917 crash.

The sky was getting darker and all the preparations were done ahead of time, just waiting for the test flight the next night.

Zhuo Huan pulled off the rubber cord behind his head and threw it on the table. He seemed a little irritable, took out the lighter from the drawer, and went downstairs.

This is an endless wilderness.

The Nordic countries are always so vast and sparsely populated, and the flat land can't be seen at a glance. The huge round sun slowly sank from the sky, and the glow spread, like a magnificent aurora, reflecting half of the skyline.

With a "click", the lighter lit the smoke.

A moist sea breeze came on his face, blowing the long black hair behind his head, and blowing the smoke trails into restless folds.

"Test pilots are usually involved in the design work in the initial stages of aircraft design. They know the aircraft they are about to fly."

Zhuo Huan turned his head.

In the dark night, under the sky full of stars, a beautiful and delicate young man walked out from the door of the second-story building, approached step by step, and walked to his side.

The cold wind blew his thin coat, drawing a tall and thin but thin curve.

Zhuo Huan realized for the first time that his team member seemed extraordinarily thin, not at all as if he had been an air force.

Fucheng: "He is a test pilot of the Air Force, and the planes he test flies are often fighter jets. The McFly F435 is a very popular civil airliner. There is no doubt that the test pilot must have flown this plane. Flying a civil airliner is much easier than flying a fighter jet. Many. However, he has never been the best candidate..."

The voice stopped, Fucheng raised his head, looking straight into Zhuo Huan's eyes.

"Everyone knows that there is only one candidate for the best test pilot—"

"that's me."

Zhuo Huan quietly looked at the stubborn and persistent young man in front of him. The person in front of him appeared to be indifferent, but in the cold hunting wind, it was like a strong grass that withstands wind and rain without twists and turns.

Strong, firm, confident, with indestructible will and determination.

Like a blazing fire in the dark night, grabbing the light of the moon and competing with the sun.

For a long time, he spit out the smoke ring, smiled and said, "Everyone? You are very confident."

"Zhuo Huan, since when did you want me to test the plane."

The hand holding the cigarette trembled for a moment, Zhuo Huan put away the hypocritical and frivolous smile on his face, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Where is your teacher Zhuo?"

Fucheng did not respond.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Oh, since when? From the beginning. From before you were transferred to UAAG, when the transfer decision was made..."

"I decided to choose you to test the plane. You are the best pilot and the most suitable candidate."

"It is not mandatory, and there is no order. The EASA test pilot is in the small building behind you."

"But Fucheng..."

"You can choose whether to fly this plane or not to find out the truth about the JAL 917 crash."

After a long silence, Fucheng heard himself say in a calm voice: "It turns out that I was transferred to UAAG at the beginning because you think that if you want to find out the truth about the JAL 917 accident, you may need a test flight? Why?"

Zhuo Huan spit out the smoke ring and was about to speak, but the black-haired young man had already said the answer for him.

"Because you are Zhuo Huan."

Taking a deep look at the other party, Fucheng turned around and left. His thin figure gradually faded into the night, and he entered the small building without looking back.

Behind him, Zhuo Huan had a cigarette between his fingers, and stared at the young man's back without blinking.

His lips moved, his fingers trembling lightly, and a strong and soft wind blew from a distance, banging into his chest cavity with a buzzing sound.

"Hold!"

The fire of the cigarette butt had burned to his fingers, and the man cursed in pain and threw the cigarette to the ground.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and returned to the second floor of the investigation headquarters with an unhappy expression.

Seeing him back, Fucheng looked up at him and stood up.

He gathered the investigators of UAAG and several senior investigators of EASA together, and said without changing his face: "For the test flight tomorrow night, I would like to make a suggestion... I will carry out the test flight."