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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Seventeen"

weight="139478"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Half of the floor is UAAG's site. Lina picked up the file folder on the table in Fucheng, bypassed the miniature green plant fountain, passed through three metal hollowed-out long glass doors, and came to the printing room.

Yes, UAAG has a total of five people and has a dedicated printing room. There are three brother printers and four Océ copiers inside, which are more than UAAG's people, and they are very anti-customer-oriented.

The only advantage of too many photocopiers is probably to save time and to be able to copy documents at the same time.

Three minutes later, Lina returned to the office area with the five copied documents. She also dropped by to the data room and put the original copy of American Airlines 3157's accident back in place. The blonde was wearing a close-fitting dress, and she even outlined her slim figure. She smiled and said, "I think the originals of this kind of information should be kept in the data room. What do you think?"

Zhuo Huan doesn't care about such small things: "It's up to you."

Everyone picked up the information on American Airlines 3157 and looked at it.

When Zhuo Huan asked Fucheng whether he had read this information, Fucheng replied that he hadn't read it. But American Airlines 3157 is quite famous in the aviation industry, and he actually knew about the accident.

On July 13, 1996, US Airways Flight 3157 took off from Seattle and flew to Salt Lake City. At 17:13 in the afternoon, the plane suddenly dived down and plunged into the Great Salt Lake 40 kilometers away from Salt Lake City. All 135 passengers and 7 crew members on board were killed.

The Great Salt Lake covers an area of ​​3,525 square kilometers, but the average water depth is only 4.9 meters. The plane slammed down from an altitude of 20,000 feet, and its impact was hardly like water, but more like land.

The crashed plane was a Boeing 737 private airliner with a height of 11 meters. Just like adults entering the children’s swimming area by mistake, the plane was extremely eye-catching and out of place on the lake. Soon after the rescuers arrived at the scene, they found the wreckage of the plane by helicopter.

However, it was late at night and it was difficult to conduct a deeper search. At noon on the second day, NTSB investigators arrived at the scene. At 14:31 in the afternoon, they fished out a black box beside a reef in the Great Salt Lake.

"This accident is really fresh in the memory." Old Joseph was deeply moved. "I hadn't gone to NTSB as an investigator at the time. I happened to be also a US Airways pilot. As soon as this incident happened, US Airways’ stock price plummeted, and the company immediately All Boeing 737 aircraft in the United States were grounded. It’s a pity that I was driving an Airbus and the 737 guys had a rest for two full months."

Fucheng was surprised: "You used to be a US Airways pilot?"

The elder Joseph managed to buckle his messy and loose shirt, tucked his little hair back, and gave a deep smile: "Isn't it? I only joined NTSB in 2003 and became an air crash investigator. Oh, Fu , Su, why are you all looking at me with such shocked eyes? Don’t I really look like an excellent captain?”

Su Fei blurted out: "It's not like!"

"It's really hurtful. But I have evidence. I resigned from the United States and transferred to the NTSB not on a whim, but for a reason." Old Joseph smiled, he put the folder on the table and bent over Raise your trousers high.

The cold metal luster slammed into everyone's eyes, and there was a moment of silence in the office.

Old Joseph put his trousers back again. He smiled and said, "On January 17, 2003, the US Airways Flight 384 accident occurred. I am the captain."

Everyone didn't say more on this topic.

Fucheng quickly read the information of Perfect Flight 3157. He looked at Zhuo Huan and frowned: "The NTSB stopped investigating this accident 23 years ago. Although the black box of 3157 was quickly found, it was on the plane. It was shut down ten minutes before the accident. In other words, the black box could not provide any accident information at all."

Su Fei quickly interrupted: "The black box is closed? How did it close, man-made or machine malfunction?"

Old Joseph smiled: "You mean, the legendary Richard dived?"

Su Fei was taken aback, and then: "Fuck?! This is the legendary Richard dive?!" He quickly turned the accident information to the crew's information page, and pointed to the captain's name: "Richard Law Lund... it's really him, Richard dives!"

Richard Dive is a very famous stalk in the aviation industry, and his reputation is comparable to another well-known accident in the industry, the Air France Flight 447 accident. Even outsiders are very familiar with this.

——American Airlines Richard loves to dive, and Air France Bonan will pull the bar.

The former drove an American Airlines 737, pushed hard in a magical way, rushed straight down, and plunged into the Great Salt Lake.

The latter was inexplicably above the Atlantic Ocean, and successfully sent the plane into the vast expanse of the ocean.

Regarding the American Airlines accident, the public speculated that the captain was suicidal due to personal reasons. So he kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. Therefore, the black box was manually closed by him.

"Don't you read all the information?" Zhuo Huan sneered, "Richard dive is just a joke, no one says it is the truth. There is still a speculation about this accident, it may be that the rudder has a mechanical failure."

Su Fei immediately turned the information to the last few pages.

"The rudder's opportunistic valve has a slight risk of failure. In the four years from 1993 to 1996, 11 failures occurred..."

Fucheng had already read all the information, and he reached out and knocked on the desktop: "So, the black box may have been shut down due to a malfunction, or it may have been shut down artificially. The airplane dived and crashed, either artificially or mechanically. Malfunction. So now, why are we taking this accident out again?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, folded his hands, and said lightly: "Boeing 737, I have dismantled one."

Everyone: "..."

You continue.

After a big gasp, after admiring the mixed expressions of everyone, Zhuo Huan raised his mouth and said, "The American Airlines Boeing 737 has more than six million parts. Fortunately, the Great Salt Lake is indeed very good. It is shallow, the deepest point is only eleven meters, and the water depth where 3157 crashed was only 4.6 meters, so almost all the aircraft parts were salvaged. If there is no black box and it is impossible to prove what happened during the crash, there is another way... …"

Fucheng suddenly realized what that method was, but he looked at Zhuo Huan hesitantly, always feeling impossible in his heart.

Then he heard the man say: "Check all six million parts."

Everyone: "..."

Su Fei: "Sister Lina, you can go to dinner at 11 noon, right? Do we have all meals?"

Old Joseph: "I want to drink, where is a good bar."

Fucheng was about to speak, only to find a certain man staring at him facelessly. He had an inexplicable illusion that if he, together with Su Fei and the old Joseph, ignored the uncle Zhuo, some tragedy would surely happen.

In silence, Fucheng said seriously: "Six million parts, do you think it is realistic?"

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily, and then smiled: "Who said six million will be inspected. JAL JL917, when I was in Finland, did I ask you to inspect the entire plane."

For a month, they only checked the aircraft's engine.

Fucheng suddenly realized: "You mean..."

Zhuo Huan: "It's nothing." He looked at Lina, "Get in touch with NTSB, I'm interested in this accident."

Lina didn't answer, but looked at everyone with a smile.

Zhuo Huan frowned slightly: "Lina?"

Lina: "I suddenly felt that we finally became a team."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh?"

Lina smiled slightly: "It's nothing. By the way, I recently moved to a new house. I would like to invite everyone to my house next weekend to celebrate and have a party."

UAAG is a multinational cooperative aircraft accident investigation organization.

Most of the time, UAAG accepts commissions from various countries to assist in the investigation of aircraft accidents. But airplanes are the safest means of transportation in the world, and air crashes are rare. When there are no emergencies or commissions, UAAG will choose to investigate unresolved air crashes.

In the following week, everyone was looking up information related to American Airlines 3157.

Lina has contacted the NTSB, and the other party welcomes UAAG to come to the United States to investigate the air crash 24 years ago. Moreover, they have preserved the entire wreckage of the aircraft. If anyone really wants to check the entire aircraft up and down, in and out, the NTSB does not mind, but they still need to prepare.

On weekends, the weather is rare and the autumn is clear.

In October, during the National Day holiday, the number of tourists visiting Shanghai has increased. Fucheng took a taxi an hour in advance, first went to the opposite community to pick up Su Fei and the old Joseph, and the three went to Lina's new home together.

The car was stuck on the elevated highway for more than half an hour, and when it arrived, it was just in time.

On the periphery of Lina's residential area is a red brick wall that can't see the end. The luxuriant sycamore trees spread out the branches and obscure the sky. When the wind blew slightly, it fell to the golden ground, as if a layer of golden carpet was spreading on the asphalt road.

The taxi drove across this golden road, crushing the sycamore leaves, only to hear the sound of clicking.

The car is not allowed, the three of them got out of the car and looked for Lina's house with gifts.

It took a long time to find Lina's one among dozens of villas. Su Fei couldn't wait to ring the doorbell, and the electronic monitoring door opened. The three of them walked in, and Lina had opened the door and was waiting for them.

"Reid arrived early. I'm making a salad. Do you want to help?"

Fucheng raised an eyebrow in surprise:...Salad?

Su Fei directly exclaimed: "Salad?! No, we will have salad for today's party?"

Lina was surprised: "I like salad very much, don't you like it?"

The three guests who were still standing at the door looked at each other, and finally entered the door with complex expressions.

As soon as entered the door, saw a certain uncle sitting on a white woolen blanket, leaning back against the foot of the sofa, holding the handle, and playing games lazily. Hearing that the three of Fucheng came, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but rolled up his sleeves and started a new game.

Lina: "Want to visit?"

Su Fei had been observing with his head for a long time. When he heard this, he immediately said, "Yes!"

Lina took everyone around, and when he returned to the first floor, Fucheng saw that the man had put down the handle and was holding the phone. He didn't know what he was looking at. Wearing a white shirt, he stepped barefoot on the wool carpet, his hair was casually tied behind his head, he suddenly yawned, and then turned his head to look here.

Fucheng quickly withdrew his sight.

Zhuo Huan didn't notice his sight, but sneered at Su Fei: "Whoever advocates, who collects evidence."

Su Fei: "Oh?"

Zhuo Huan took out his ears: "Don't you want to eat hot pot? You have been talking about it since you entered the door. Then you go buy ingredients and base materials. You advocate..." He raised his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger." You buy groceries."

Su Fei: "..."

"Buy it!"

Su Fei and Joseph Sr. had put aside salad for a long time, and only wanted to eat hot pot. The two of them held their phones in indignation, refused Lina's kind advice, "Don't be angry, Reid didn't mean that", and went out loudly. However, as soon as they went out, the two looked at each other...

"Hehehe, you can finally eat hot pot!"

Fucheng said meaningfully: "I finally got my wish."

Lina blinked at him and gave a soft "hush", and said, "V, do you want to make Thousand Island sauce with me?"

Fucheng doesn't think he has superb cooking skills, but one thing that Western-style meals are simpler than Chinese-style meals is that their recipes are always easy to understand and hard to make mistakes. He smiled and said: "I'd love it." Then he went to the open western-style kitchen and helped Lina make her favorite salad.

The kitchen was facing the living room, and Fucheng raised his head slightly, only to see the man leaning on the sofa, holding his hands high, looking up at the phone screen. From his perspective, only Zhuo Huan's slightly drooping eyelashes can be seen. Suddenly, a piece of music rang.

Zhuo Huan stood up: "I'll answer the phone."

The man strode out of the living room, walked up the stairs, and quickly disappeared into the corner of the stairs.

Suddenly, everyone left. In the living room, only the hum of the mixer was heard.

"I made a bet with Reid before."

Fucheng turned his head and looked at Lina.

Lina washed the carrots and said, "Because there is no bet, Reid doesn't want to know the truth, but I still want to know. I have known Reid for many years, and I have barely beaten him. In my memory, there are probably only three times. ."

Fucheng: "What gambling?"

Lina turned the faucet off, and she looked up at Fucheng: "The night before we left Finland, we went to the bar for a drink. Reid and I said that Joseph Sr. must be secretly telling you that I am a boyfriend and girlfriend. I came to UAAG because Reid is here."

Fucheng smiled: "Why are you talking about this suddenly?"

Lina: "So I guessed it right?"

Fucheng smashed his hands.

Lina smiled: "Look, I won Reid for the fourth time."

So you really have this kind of relationship?

This sentence paused in his throat for a few seconds without speaking.

Fucheng: "It seems that you didn't come to UAAG because of Teacher Zhuo."

Lina: "Can't say the same. Just like Reid is always particularly interested in accident cases where black boxes fail. Everyone has their own unique preferences. I have liked airplanes since I was a child, but unfortunately I don’t have the talent in this area, so I didn’t. Become an airplane designer. I heard that Reid founded UAAG. On an impulse, I remembered this simple dream, so I came here."

Fucheng's eyes darkened when he heard the phrase "the black box is invalid". But he smiled and said calmly: "I never knew that Teacher Zhuo was interested in the plane accident where the black box failed."

Lina didn't think too much: "Did you not find out? From Finland, the black box of JAL JL917 was not repaired until half a year later. And this time, the American Airlines 3157, the black box did not record any information. Oh, yes, I remember. Four years ago, in the Rogue Airlines Flight 318 accident, the black box has been sunk in the Pacific Ocean and has not been found yet..."

"This is the first airplane accident that Reid has taken over. He is also very interested in this accident."

The author has something to say:

The prototype of the American Airlines 3157 accident was the SilkAir accident No. 185. The captain was not named Richard, but his surname was Zhu, who was the famous Zhu dive.

We just made up a fictitious case for this kind of air crash that cannot be said to be conclusive. After all, there is no answer, don't wrong anyone.

American Airlines:? ? ? Wait, then why count me? !

Fuwa: Your turn is unlucky (????)??