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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighteen"

weight="139479"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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"Who said that Rogue Airways Flight 318 was a black box that fell into the sea and could not be found. It is the entire plane in the Pacific Ocean, and it has not been found until now."

A slightly dumb male voice rang from behind the two of them, and Fucheng and Lina looked back together. I saw a man holding a mobile phone in his right hand, still holding it to his ear, as if talking with someone. While going down the stairs, he talked to the person on the other end of the phone in English: "Well, that's it, wait for your message." Then he hung up the phone and walked down the last two steps.

Lina smiled and said, "Yes, the entire Rogge 318 was not found, but its black box was also not found, Reid. I think I didn't seem to be wrong?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refute any more, but asked: "Why are you talking about Roger 318 suddenly?"

Lina told him the conversation she had just with Fucheng.

After listening, Zhuo Huan asked abruptly: "Do you think I like salad?"

Lina didn't react for a while: "What?"

Zhuo Huan took a bend calmly, walked into the kitchen, and took a glass of water: "Actually, I want to eat hot pot too."

Lina: "..."

Fucheng: "..."

Taking a sip of water, Zhuo Huan: "I am not particularly interested in the plane accident where the black box failed. It just happened to be such a case. As for the Roger 318...it's not because it has not recovered the wreckage of the plane so far. Perceiving Fucheng's gaze, Zhuo Huan turned his head and stared at him: "Are you interested in Roger 318?"

Fucheng put the washed lettuce in the drain basket: "I was learning the flight theory course when the Rogge Aviation accident happened. The instructor took Rogge 318 as an example. We discussed a lot in class. Since no aircraft wreckage was found, so It is completely impossible to infer what caused the plane to crash into the sea, but we have roughly talked about a few reasons."

Zhuo Huan's gaze paused, he put down the water glass calmly, and said, "Tell me."

"First of all, Roger 318 crashed into the sea in Pacific airspace. The air traffic control area where it is located belongs to Canada. According to the "Regulations on the International Aviation Field," Rogue Aviation will talk to the Canadian air traffic control every hour to report. Flight status. At 3:14 am on June 13, 2016, the Canadian air traffic control called Rogge 318 as usual, but did not receive a response. Therefore, four years ago, Volkswagen inferred that Rogge Airlines was between 2:16 and 3 in the morning. It crashed at 14 o'clock."

Fucheng spoke fast and not in a hurry. He methodically recounted what happened four years ago, his expression calm and relaxed. But he didn't notice. Listening to his words, Lina's face changed slightly, and she looked at Fucheng in surprise.

...Four years ago, she didn't expect Fu to remember it so clearly and accurately?

Fucheng continued: “Because the pilots of the Roger 318 never reported a flight failure to the air traffic control, and their flying altitude was 9800 meters at the time, if there is any sudden mechanical failure, there should be time. Contact the air traffic control, at least press the emergency button. So our first guess is... a terrorist attack."

In 1988, when Pan Am flight PA103 was flying over the British town of Lockerbie, it suddenly broke up in the air, killing 270 people, including 11 ground personnel. After the incident, investigators quickly caught two Libyan terrorists and confirmed that they placed the bomb on the Pan Am flight.

In addition, in 1985, Air India Flight 182 crashed into the Atlantic Ocean on its way to the United Kingdom. Afterwards, investigators announced that this was a terrorist attack initiated by Sikh terrorists, who placed a bomb on the plane.

Zhuo Huan: "You guessed it right. After the Roger 318 accident, the investigators immediately thought of the terrorist attack. They immediately did an identity background check on the 231 passengers and 18 crew members on the plane, and at the same time confirmed the plane. The background of the previous group of passengers and a re-investigation of the luggage compartment of the plane. However, no one on this plane was connected to a terrorist organization.”

Fucheng stopped washing his vegetables. He looked at Zhuo Huan: "The plane accident happened over the Pacific Ocean. If it was a missile attack, there are not many countries that can do this. In addition, the satellite systems of China and the United States did not find any missiles. Trajectory, so it won’t be a missile attack."

No bombs were placed on the plane in advance, and no one suddenly launched a missile to attack the plane.

Then the remaining sudden crashes are not too many.

Fucheng said casually: "The Roger 318 uses a new aircraft without any bad maintenance records, so the possibility of ground maintenance personnel making mistakes is extremely low. So in class four years ago, our second The guess is...the aircraft design was wrong, causing sudden mechanical failure."

As soon as the voice fell, the empty kitchen fell silent

"Vol, do you know what you are talking about?"

Lina originally listened enthusiastically to Fucheng and Zhuo Huan discussing the plane accident. When she heard this, the smile on her face suddenly froze. She immediately looked at Fucheng seriously, and asked each word.

Fucheng didn't answer, he stared into Zhuo Huan's eyes quietly.

In front of him, Zhuo Huan held the water glass in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket casually. As Fucheng finished speaking, his thin lips were slowly pressed. For a long time, he curled his lips and sneered: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Fucheng: "It is not uncommon for an airplane to be disintegrated due to an error in the design of the aircraft. For example..."

Zhuo Huan snatched his words, and he spoke very quickly: "For example, in 1974, the luggage compartment door of the DC-10 aircraft was designed to be defective, which caused a DC-10 aircraft door to burst open in mid-air, causing the cabin to explode. Pressure, the plane crashed."

Fucheng: "Yes, and in 1992..."

Zhuo Huan: "In 1992, US Airways Flight 405 used the Fokker F28 aircraft and crashed on the spot when it took off at LaGuardia Airport. The root cause of the accident was that the Fokker series aircraft had a serious design defect in the deicing system, and there was very little ice. It will also cause serious out-of-control rollovers."

After a pause, Zhuo Huan looked down at the young man in front of him, tapping his fingers on the wall of the glass water glass gently, "The airplane used by Roger 318 will never make such a low-level mistake."

Looking at him, Fucheng suddenly smiled: "Have you taken it apart, Teacher Zhuo."

The smile on Zhuo Huan's face gradually faded.

Fucheng: "Oh yes, you haven't dismantled it, but you designed this plane by yourself."

"In April 2016, Rogge Airlines ordered ten McAfee F485s from McAfee. The 318 flight that was involved in the accident was using one of them. Unlike the previous F475, the new F485 aircraft. The use of a dual-shaft high ducted turbofan engine meets the demand for cruising distance...Under the same cruise configuration, the use of a special DATCOM algorithm greatly reduces fuel consumption..."

"The Clmax coefficient of F485 has reached an astonishing 3.38. And the Mach number is doubled, and the slope of the lift curve of the wing only increases by 7%..."

In the quiet kitchen, the youth's quick words fell like a torrent of rain.

In the clean and tidy kitchen, only the sound of splashing water was heard. The air was almost condensed, and the tense atmosphere made the air like lead water, pressing heavily on the shoulders of the three of them.

Lina looked at Zhuo Huan and Fucheng hesitantly, and she suddenly said that for some reason.

On her side, the two silently looked at each other.

No one knows how long it took, as if a century, a clear sound broke the silence.

The glass water cup "cocked" and was gently placed on the marble countertop. The white marble plane is like a mirror, reflecting the man's thin and slender fingers.

Zhuo Huan: "Who said I haven't dismantled this plane."

Fucheng was stunned.

Zhuo Huan flicked his finger, and the water glass slid on the marble countertop, just stopping in front of Lina. He said, "Pour me a glass of water." Then he looked at Fucheng, "Four years, three months and nineteen days have passed since the Roger 318 accident. During this period, F485 has only had one accident, and The reason is that the pilot is negligent."

Fucheng was silent, "...I didn't mean that. Teacher Zhuo, I was just talking about the discussion between us and the instructor during the flight course four years ago."

Zhuo Huan suddenly said: "You know F485 well?"

Fucheng was taken aback, and subconsciously raised his head to look at him.

"The new DATCOM algorithm, the Clmax coefficient of 3.38...Does the Chinese Air Force pilots want to learn this?"

Fucheng's lips moved, his fingers tightened, and his brain swiftly moved, and he found himself a suitable reason in an instant. But he opened his mouth, and Zhuo Huan interrupted him: "The plane disappeared on June 13, and I joined the investigation team on the 19th as a representative of McFly Corp. You know the second guess that the investigation team gave at the time. What is it?"

Suddenly, there was a roar in the ears, and the blood in the whole body flowed up from the soles of the feet, all back to the top of the head. An unspeakable anger is like a flood, rampaging, and completely overwhelming sanity. But at the last moment, reason exhausted all its strength and returned to the brain.

Fucheng heard himself in a calm voice and said, "Oh? What is it?"

Zhuo Huan hadn’t spoken yet. Lina said behind him: “I’ve heard my father say about this, and it’s also the most recognized reason for the investigation team. He had a huge debt of more than 10 million yuan, and his wife and son were in a terrible car accident two months ago. The son died on the spot until the plane crash, and his wife remained unconscious in the hospital bed and did not get better."

Speaking of this, Lina suddenly remembered: "Reid, this seems to be a bit similar to the American Airlines 3157 accident that you are interested in recently. In the two accidents, the public even thought it was the captain's suicide."

While talking, Lina handed Zhuo Huan the just poured water.

Lina said with emotion: "This Captain Qi is also pitiful. He lost his son suddenly, his wife was unconscious, and he has a huge debt. If it were me, I would have been unable to withstand such pressure a long time ago, and I don’t know how he lived. Psychologically tested by Rogue Aviation."

Fucheng squeezed his fingers, unable to suppress the impulse anymore, and was about to speak against Lina. But he heard a low male voice rang from his side, still so careless, and with a trace of no joking solemnity: "It turns out that the Rogge Airlines Flight 318 accident has been found out?"

Lina was stunned, she didn't know why: "Reid?"

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and made a "tsk" sound in his mouth. This voice always seemed that he was very arrogant and difficult to communicate, but now, he looked at his friend with indifferent eyes, hummed from his nose, and said coldly: "Who gave you the confidence that the captain committed suicide? Did you fish out the wreckage of the plane, or did you find the captain’s suicide note? No one is qualified to blame whose fault it was for an accident that has not been ascertained."

Lina was silent for a moment: "Sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't think it's the pilot's problem so arbitrarily."

Zhuo Huan easily folded a banana from the kitchen table and handed it to Lina.

Lina smiled and took the banana: "You are planning to use a banana to redeem it. Because of your extremely harsh attitude just now, and you are considering friends with your friends? If you didn't know that you are always so serious about this kind of things, don't you Be merciful, I must have broken up with you a long time ago."

Zhuo Huan was non-committal: "I just want to say that the deceased can't argue for themselves. Rather than blaming the dead, it is better to blame the living. At least the living can still argue for themselves." As he said, he glanced at Fucheng lightly. .

Ever since Zhuo Huan accused Lina of making rash judgments, Fucheng kept his head down without saying a word.

Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.

myriad music was in silence, only to hear the heart beating fiercely in his chest.

For a moment, Fucheng smiled and said, "Teacher Zhuo said and laughed again."