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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirteen"

weight="139450"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The special magnetic detector made by the Physics Laboratory of the University of Tokyo is a black rectangular box with a length of 30 cm and a width of 20 cm. It is only one finger high.

Finnair's ground crew installed this small "black box" into the aircraft's engine to conduct a magnetic induction test.

"OK, you can test the flight."

The test flight proposed by Emperor Tsuna did not mean that it must be repeated exactly the same.

If you really want to repeat it again, you need the test pilot to fly to Tokyo first, run to Haneda Airport, and then fly the plane to Finland. What he wants is only a copy of real machine experimental data.

Professor Tsuna’s assumptions and demonstrations of the JAL 917 accident were carried out in a laboratory. He used an artificially simulated magnetic field. He needs to confirm that when the plane really takes off, it can indeed have a special reaction with the earth's magnetic field.

It is not necessary to collect data exactly the same as the laboratory, as long as it reaches a certain experimental data value.

August 27, 2020, Helsinki, Finland, Vantaa Airport.

Since the morning, EASA investigators have been conducting flight test inspections on the McFly F435.

The Finnish Air Administration has specially opened a spare runway for this test flight.

Dozens of ground crews carefully inspected the entire aircraft twice from the inside to the outside, and added fuel to the aircraft. At 18:03 in the afternoon, officials of the Finnish Air Transport Authority and UAAG members walked out of the VIP lounge. The two parties had a very happy conversation. They did not reach the boarding gate, but stood in the terminal building, looking at the plane in front of them through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Middle-aged official: "The plane will take off in one hour."

Lina smiled: "Yes, according to time calculation, Fu should be ready to board the plane."

As soon as the voice fell, saw a young man walking out of the first floor of the terminal building. He walked towards the huge and majestic plane step by step and did not board the plane for the first time. Instead, he went around the plane and checked it carefully to check for any omissions.

Before flying the aircraft, the pilot must personally conduct a final inspection of the aircraft.

This is usually the responsibility of the deputy captain, and there is only one pilot in Fucheng on this plane, and all tasks are entrusted to him alone.

It took fifteen minutes to confirm that the fuselage was not damaged, and Fucheng was about to board the plane.

However, he did not immediately walk up the boarding ladder, but first stood in front of the nose and raised his head. Looking through the black brim of his hat, he looked far in the direction of the terminal building.

There is a distance of tens of meters between the airplane and the terminal building. Now it is dusk, the light is dim, and against the light, even in Fucheng, it is impossible to see who the people in the terminal building are. But he knew that everyone in UAAG was standing there, looking at him.

As the goddess of dawn Eos stared at his lover Titonos for the last time, it was long and long, Fucheng also looked up calmly and looked at his friends in the terminal.

After a long time, he nodded to the vain figures, and then signed the confirmation form handed by the ground crew.

Then, turned around and walked up the boarding ladder.

The earth swallowed the last afterglow of the sunset at this moment, the lights in the terminal building were bright, but the cockpit was dim.

Turn on the main power switch.

Turn on the navigation lights.

Turn on the inertial navigation and calibrate...

The flight taxied to the alternate runway.

Turn on the right engine, wait for it to start, then turn on the left engine...

Fucheng: "Finnair flight AY032, everything is ready, please take off."

In the terminal building, old Joseph was holding a radio communicator in his hand, and the young man's slightly low voice came from the black communicator.

Old Joseph squeezed the communicator and issued a task to the tower: "Allow to take off."

The ground tower of Vantaa Airport immediately said: "Finnair AY032, the ground wind speed is 15 knots, the wind direction... allows take-off."

In the cockpit, after obtaining the takeoff permission from the tower, Fucheng calmly looked forward. He gently and calmly held the throttle lever of the plane and pushed it up slowly. If someone watches from the side at this time, he will find that the speed at which he pushes the throttle is almost unchanged.

Gentle, stable, and extremely safe.

The engine made a dull, heavy hum, and the aircraft started slowly on the runway. The speed was getting faster and faster, and at the moment when it reached 256 kilometers per hour, a faint to barely audible sound of breaking through the air sounded. The nose of the plane was suddenly raised, and the vacant seats on the plane trembled slightly. Just a moment, and then the plane rose from the ground and rushed towards the sky!

Then there was a very smooth flight.

It was so stable that it was almost boring, as if it hadn't taken off at all, and it was still resting on the ground.

In the terminal building, everyone looked at the flying plane and breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Joseph just finished breathing and smiled again: "What do we relax? The real difficulties have just begun. It will take about an hour to wait for the plane to reach the expected magnetic field detection location."

The official of the Finnish Aviation Authority smiled: "Then we will go to the lounge together and wait?"

I just watched Fucheng take off, knowing that taking off is a trivial matter for Fucheng, Su Fei was still nervous and sweaty, for fear of an accident. Now that at least the plane took off smoothly, the punk boy also breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to think of something suddenly, and looked around.

Su Fei said in surprise: "Yes, where did RIP go. I haven't seen him since just now. He hasn't come back from the bathroom?"

Upon hearing this, Lina smiled helplessly.

Old Joseph was taken aback, then the corners of his mouth twitched.

Only Su Fei and the officials still don't understand what happened.

Old Joseph couldn't laugh or cry: "Now it's too late to return to the voyage. How about I notify the tower and let the tower notify Fucheng again?"

Lina: "Forget it, no one can stop what he has to do."

Su Fei looked dumbfounded: "??? What are you talking about, who? Who is going to do something?"

At the same time, Fucheng had already flown away from Helsinki.

The McFly F435 uses a fly-by-wire system, and the climb phase after takeoff can be directly controlled by a computer. Fucheng was not idle either. He picked up a strange black "calculator" and observed the data on it.

This is the magnetic field strength indicator sent by Emperor Tsunai from Tokyo, and it was sent with the magnetic sensor.

The data measured by the magnetic sensor will be transmitted to this monitor in real time. Although this is only a backup data, the real data is completely transmitted to the black box of the aircraft to ensure that the record is complete, even if there is an accident, it can be preserved.

Fushiki looked at the beating numbers on it. To be honest, he could roughly understand Teiichi Tsuna's paper, but he didn't understand what the numbers on the monitor meant.

Soon, the number on the display jumped to 137, then changed to 3 again, which fluctuated greatly.

"Could it be broken?"

Although it shouldn't be questioned about the professor of physics at Dongda University, the frantically beating numbers above really make Fucheng have to doubt.

Just when he was considering whether to contact the ground and report the weirdly fluctuating numbers on the display, suddenly, a faint crash sounded in the empty cabin of the plane.

Fucheng looked up suddenly, his expression changed.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear another abnormal noise behind him, but he didn't take it lightly. Gently moved the monitor aside, unfastened the seat belt, and Fucheng tiptoed up to his feet.

A baton is placed inside the cockpit of the McFly F435. It is assumed that when someone hijacks the plane, the pilot can rescue himself at the last minute. Fucheng found the guard box in a familiar manner, took out the baton, and walked to the door of the cockpit step by step.

He clenched the baton in both hands and stared at the handle of the cockpit door.

Just when Fucheng was thinking about whether to open the door or to trust the safety door in the cockpit that could not even be blown by a bomb, a crisp key turning sounded.

...Fuck? !

The pupils suddenly widened, and before Fucheng was relieved from the shock, the security door was pushed open from the outside.

Almost a subconscious reaction, he looked cold, holding a baton in his hand and hitting it hard.

Zhuo Huan opened the door leisurely, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw the oncoming baton. He narrowed his eyes and avoided sideways as fast as he could, but he was hit by a baton on his right arm. He sank down, almost kneeling down on one knee, staggering, and finally stood firm.

The next moment, he raised his head and said in an unimaginatively angry voice: "Fuck!"

"Fu, Cheng!"

Fucheng: "..."

Fortunately, although this was only a test flight, none of the things that should be on the plane were left. Fucheng quickly found the medicine kit in the preparation room.

The man sits in the passenger seat, his right arm still numb and unable to move. Seeing Fucheng took the medicine kit and returned to the cockpit, Zhuo Huan sneered and pulled out a "tsk" from his throat.

Fucheng glanced at him calmly, squatting down without changing his face.

"Take off your clothes."

Zhuo Huan looked at him coldly.

Fucheng: "Take it off, I'll give you medicine."

Zhuo Huan: "You're sorry."

Fucheng paused, he raised his head and said lightly: "I don't think I hit a stowaway who shouldn't be on the plane. What's wrong."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

day.

Fucheng: "I will send you back."

Zhuo Huan used his left hand to take off his coat with difficulty, and said: "You go back now and take off again. It will waste at least two hours back and forth."

Fucheng thought: "You deliberately waited for me to fly out of the Finnish border to show up? So even if you want to send you back, you can't go back?"

Enduring the violent pain in his arm, Zhuo Huan looked at the young man looking up at him, and he was still thinking: It seems that since last night, this person has not said "Teacher Zhuo" again, and shouted. "you"?

Without answering this question, Zhuo Huan took off his coat.

He was wearing a T-shirt inside. At this time, it would be unrealistic to take the T-shirt off on his own. His right arm couldn't move at all.

Upon seeing this, Fushiki put the medicine box on the ground, and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt with both hands.

The fingers must not touch the tight muscles of the man's abdomen. Fucheng's fingers trembled slightly, and Zhuo Huan leaned on the back of the chair, seemingly not moved by the young man's fingers touching his skin. He bowed his head and watched Fucheng help him undress.

After taking off the T-shirt, 20,000 feet in the sky, the clear moonlight sprinkled on the beautiful and elegant muscle curves of the man, glowing like a glowing luster, just like the handsome and innocent sun god in the myth, the male is powerful. The hormones are coming.

This man always looks lazy and casual, but who knows, he actually has a good figure.

Because of the squatting posture, Fucheng faces the four thin abdominal muscles.

His lips were pursed, he looked away with an indifferent expression, opened the medicine cabinet, and began to apply medicine to Zhuo Huan.

The cold potion was applied to the red and swollen wound, and the sour feeling followed the nerve cells and pierced into the brain. This is more painful than when he was beaten, and the pain was so painful that Zhuo Huan almost couldn't manage his expression.

With a painful smile, Zhuo Huan: "You are so cruel, are all Air Force pilots like this."

Fucheng was silent for a while: "You should be thankful that I saw you at the moment I started, otherwise I can only find a nearby airport for an emergency landing, and immediately take it to the hospital, maybe it's still saved."

Zhuo Huan: "Fucheng."

Fucheng raised his head.

At this moment, the plane flew into the sun-prone area, and the magnificent cyan aurora exploded, passing through the front window glass of the plane's cockpit, tumbling down unstoppably with compelling beauty, taking people's breath.

This beautiful light was set against the dark-haired young man's eyes, and a pair of black pupils seemed to have become clear glass.

And it is looking at itself clearly.

For a moment, all the words that I wanted to say choked in my throat.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan curled his lips, he opened his mouth and said a word silently.

Fucheng: "...Teacher Zhuo, what did you just say?"

Zhuo Huan: "Nothing."