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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twenty One"

weight="139506"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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"Lyon Lorraine, captain of flight Martha 123, 28 years old, 1,632 flying hours, died at 3 am on the 4th."

Under the bright and dazzling light, a four-inch captain’s ID photo was pasted on the whiteboard, and a high-wattage incandescent lamp shone on the glossy photo paper, reflecting a layer of light.

The picture shows a young man with brown hair and a warm smile. He is wearing a straight captain's uniform with four bars on his shoulders, symbolizing professionalism, knowledge, technology and responsibility.

Zhuo Huan wrote the captain's name next to the photo, and looked up at Fucheng: "What did his family say?"

After spending a whole night, Fucheng communicated with the families of the two pilots who were killed. However, he frowned. Obviously, the results of this exchange were not satisfactory: "I didn't get much useful information. Captain Lorraine's wife is a full-time housewife, and his husband rarely mentions his work. According to the wife, He entered Marks & Spencer Airlines last year, and only became the captain in August this year. At that time, they also went out to have dinner specially to celebrate Lorraine’s promotion as captain."

Fucheng printed out all the information obtained from the dialogue and distributed it to the investigators present. He said: "Lorraine used to be in many small airlines. There are many small airlines in Europe, and he held the position of deputy captain in these companies. He waited for Marks and Spencer to be promoted to captain. The airline is there. According to the information, Lorraine has no bad flight record, and his flight training has always been above the pass. However, Lorraine’s parents died early and he grew up in an orphanage. His wife is a full-time housewife, so his captain works It is the only source of income for the whole family. His wife said that he works very hard and works very hard."

Zhuo Huan and Fucheng looked at each other. He picked up the marker and wrote a line next to the captain's photo.

"The economic pressure is high, the new captain. 』

Zhuo Huan: "Attention should be paid to this point. The captain does not have extensive flying experience and is under great financial pressure. Continue to ask his wife if Lorraine has any part-time jobs besides normal flying jobs." The last sentence Said to Fucheng.

Fucheng nodded: "Okay."

Flying is an extremely labor intensive task, and requires a high degree of concentration and reaction.

The laws of each country have strict regulations on the rest time of pilots, requiring them to get sufficient quality sleep before taking off. This sleep time varies from country to country, but most of them are no less than ten hours.

Fucheng looked at the young captain's smile on the whiteboard, his eyes gradually becoming more solemn. If the captain was secretly engaged in part-time work due to heavy financial burden, he did not get enough rest. Then his attention and concentration while flying the plane, as well as the skills that can be reflected, are very doubtful.

Zhuo Huan turned over the relevant information of the captain. He walked to the other side of the whiteboard and stood beside the photo of the deputy captain Geral Truffau: "How is Geral Truffau's family? Said?"

Fucheng showed a complicated expression: "His situation is a bit special."

Gao Yun, who was sitting aside, turned and looked at him: "What?"

Fucheng sighed: "Gerald Truffau, 26 years old, deputy captain of Martha Flight 123, flying 823 hours, died at 13:00 on the 3rd. One thing everyone already knows, he He is the heir of the Truffau Group. But according to Geral’s friend Lina, Gerald was kicked out of the house four years ago and has not been back home for four years. As for the reason he ran away from home, it was him. Want to be a pilot, but his parents disagree."

Everyone suddenly realized: "That's why he was in a little-known airline."

"Yes." Fucheng said, "There are too many airlines in Europe. If you don't have an excellent resume or special background, it is difficult to enter a major airline. Even if you enter a major airline, it is difficult to become a pilot. So many pilots of average background will choose advanced small airlines to accumulate flight hours. When they have the opportunity to join a large company, the accumulated flight hours will become their qualifications."

Everyone looked at Geral's resume.

Fucheng: "Gerald's talent in flying is average. He has failed twice in the two test items of'approach' and'Pistoic tube icing'. He entered Marsa Airlines in April this year. The Martha 123 started flying in August. Due to the severance of ties with his family, the deputy captain’s salary was limited, and Geral was financially struggling."

This answer was beyond everyone's expectations, and it was a sigh of relief.

Who would have thought that the heirs of the famous Truffau family lived a very poor life.

Zhuo Huan: "Let's also check to see if he has a part-time job."

Fucheng: "Okay. By the way, the old Joseph said before that the names of these two pilots were not on the staff list of Marks and Spencer, and Marks and Spencer Flight 123 is not a Marks and Spencer plane. I asked family members about this. They all thought that the pilots were in the position of Marks and Spencer Airlines, because they have been flying this plane."

Zhuo Huan nodded gently: "I have sent Joseph Sr. to the UK for this matter, and go directly to the Marks and Spencer Airlines headquarters to inquire about the situation."

The pilot information can only go to here at present. Before the old Joseph got more information, everyone looked away from the two pilots who were killed.

Zhuo Huan looked at Su Fei: "How is the situation with the black box?"

Su Fei was immediately discouraged: "It's a bit more serious than I thought. When the plane hit the mountain, it was about 200 knots per hour. You know, it was climbing. So the speed when it hit the mountain was too high and the whole plane crashed. Yes, I didn't expect that even the black box was greatly affected. I did a simple repair, but the effect was not good. This afternoon I took the black box to France and went to the ATR company headquarters to repair the black box. They have more professional computers. "

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"At least a week."

"OK, you and the EASA investigators will go to France in the afternoon." After arranging Su Fei's work, summing up all the information currently known, Zhuo Huan turned around and fixed his eyes on the two pilots.

Suddenly, behind him, the voice of Gao Yun, the person in charge of EASA, rang: "Since the black box has not been repaired, let's assume the cause of the accident. Needless to say, the situation of the pilot is very young and inexperienced. Pilots. It is possible for them to make a mistake in driving and cause the plane to crash. In addition, I personally feel that there may be a problem with the plane’s engine."

Zhuo Huan turned around: "Talk about it."

Gao Yun got Zhuo Huan's words and immediately stood up. He walked to the computer and projected the scene of the accident taken by the investigation team on the big screen. "Look, here." He walked to the big screen and pointed his finger at the ruins scorched by the fire.

The picture on the big screen is a dark mountainside, surrounded by dense green trees, a large hole was knocked out in the middle, and the soil was burnt to a scorched shape, barely able to see the appearance of an airplane from it.

Gao Yun: "Here is the left wing. Here is the cabin. And here, it is the right wing. The impact point of the left wing is high, on the upper side of the mountainside. The impact point of the right wing is low, on the lower side of the mountainside. Let's assume this one. The plane was facing the mountain directly, it should have the same height on both sides. But obviously, it turned over and hit the mountain, and the fuselage has a very large tilt. So I suspect..." He raised his head to look at Zhuo Huan, his eyes Solemnly, "the plane's right engine had a problem, which caused it to stall suddenly and crash into a mountain."

I have to say that Gao Yun can become a senior investigator of EASA at such a young age. He does have a keen sense of smell and rich experience.

Fucheng observed the scene of the accident on the screen, and he also agreed with Gao Yun's speculation. "At least when the plane hit the mountain, it did lean to the right."

Zhuo Huan took a look at him, quickly retracted his gaze, looked at Gao Yun, and said lightly: "You are responsible for checking the aircraft engine."

Gao Yun: "Good!"

Everyone assigned the task, Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan to the warehouse of the candy factory.

In just one day, this spacious warehouse has completely changed.

The air is still filled with the sweet smell of candies, but there is no box of candies in the warehouse. Instead, there are countless fragments of aircraft wreckage. EASA investigators are using brushes to carefully sweep the dirt and dust on the debris.

The plane crashed so fragmented that it would take at least two days to clean up all the debris.

Gao Yun took his investigators and searched in the ruined warehouse for a long time, and finally found the parts that were suspected to be the engine on the right side. They checked carefully, and not far away, Zhuo Huan and Fucheng stood side by side, watching them move.

"Do you think it's the engine failure."

A cold and indifferent voice sounded, Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and turned to look at the man beside him. After pondering for a moment, he said: "Mr. Gao's words are not unreasonable. At least from the photos of the crash, there is a possibility."

"The ATR-72 is a twin-propeller aircraft. There is no APU on this aircraft..." At this point, Zhuo Huan stopped his voice suddenly.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo?"

Under the bright and brilliant sunshine, in the noisy water waves of the Rhine Falls, I saw Zhuo Huan with his hands in his jacket pockets, calmly looking at the investigator in the warehouse. After a long time, he said in a very low voice: "Nothing."

He spoke very quickly, but it was a pity that Fucheng's hearing was as good as his eyesight. He couldn’t understand: "Teacher Zhuo, I understand what you mean. I have never flew the ATR-72 aircraft, but I have a certain understanding of it. It does not have an additional APU system, and its APU is set on the right engine. Once the right engine is Failure, it is very likely to affect the flight of the entire aircraft. The electrical system on the aircraft will all lose control."

"Are you sure it must be like this?"

Fucheng was stunned.

Zhuo Huan: "I don't know much about ATR-72, but maybe it may not be so."

Fucheng suddenly realized something.

After two minutes, Fucheng asked tentatively: "You haven't dismantled this plane?"

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Fucheng: "?"

"Hmm..." After a mosquito hum, Uncle Zhuo turned and left, "Go to the hospital."

Fucheng looked at his back, and his depressed mood finally eased a bit. He couldn't help but curled up his mouth and followed.

At 14:00 on October 4, 2020, two full days have passed since the plane crashed.

The deputy captain died yesterday, and the tortured captain failed to survive this long night early this morning. He never woke up, and silently left the world and went to heaven amidst the sound of instruments reverberating throughout the night in the ICU ward.

In the small town hospital of Schaffhausen, the mother and daughter who stayed here all day and night are already mentally prepared.

The moment this young wife saw her husband who was burned to the ground without a complete skin, she knew that she might not be able to meet her husband again in this life. The young daughter didn't know what had happened, she was just frightened by the terrible burns on her father's body.

The father on the hospital bed is not like a person at all, like a zombie in a horror movie. The skin was peeled off, and his body was covered with bloody red flesh.

"Mom, is Dad dead?"

The young mother hugged her daughter, tears fell silently, but she smiled softly: "Well, Dad is gone and went to heaven. How good, he doesn't have to endure this kind of pain anymore."

The daughter nodded ignorantly.

It must be painful, it looks painful.

The separation of the husband removed the grief, and brought the mother and daughter a joy as desperate.

"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Fu. Perhaps for him, death is the best ending. The doctor said that he has never been awake, but I think he must be in extreme pain even if he is in a coma from that kind of injury. I'm fine, we will live strong."

Fucheng handed the wife a tissue, and the latter thanked him with a pale smile.

Fucheng quietly glanced at a certain uncle who was standing not far away, with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be looking at the scenery. The thought of "Zhuo Huan seems to be quite bad at communicating with people" flashed in his mind. Fucheng looked at this wife and said softly: "Please be sorry, he will surely rest in heaven. I have something about Lorraine. I want to ask you about it. You told me about your family situation before. I want to know if Lorraine has other part-time jobs in addition to this job at Martha."

"No."

Fucheng frowned: "Isn't there a copy?"

Wife: "Yes. Martha's work has made him tired enough. Every time he goes home, he falls asleep. Leon can't do other part-time jobs at all. Although the family expenses are very large, since he was promoted to captain, we The economic pressure on the country has been much smaller. Martha’s salary is enough to allow us to cope with economic needs."

Fucheng nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, a crying voice came from behind him.

"uncle……"

Fucheng and the captain's wife turned their heads and saw that the little girl in a red dress accidentally hit Zhuo Huan's leg. Zhuo Huan's body froze suddenly, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the girl with red eyes.

Upon seeing this, the captain's wife hurriedly ran to pick up her daughter. Because of crying bitterly all night, her voice was hoarse: "Say sorry to uncle."

The girl burped and threw herself into her mother's arms.

Fucheng walked over and rounded it off: "It's okay, it's our fault, it doesn't hurt, this uncle's legs are very hard."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

When the captain's wife heard Fucheng's words, she seldom smiled. The girl also turned her head and looked at them curiously.

Fucheng opened his mouth and was about to speak again, and a lanky hand stretched out in front of him. The slightly protruding wrist joints shined in the sunlight, and a piece of fruit candy made of colored cellophane was placed in the palm of the hand.

Fucheng's movements stopped, he turned his head and looked at the man.

Ten minutes later, the EASA investigator and doctor called the mother and daughter away. They need the wife to sign the consent form, agreeing to dissect the body of the captain Leon Lorraine. Although it's just a process of going through the scene, even if she disagrees, they will force an autopsy, but they still have to do it.

Of course, the wife never thought of rejecting. She also wanted to know the truth of the plane crash.

However, on the other side, the autopsy consent form of Deputy Captain Geral Truffau became a problem.

EASA's investigators persuaded with anxiety: "Madam, according to the "International Flight Law", for unexpected and unknown air crashes, after the accident, the investigation team has the right to dissect the corpse of the pilot. Please sign the consent form."

"I know what you're trying to say." Mrs. Truffaut, with a tear-stained face, suffocated her throat. "Geral never used to drink or take drugs. He is a good boy, and I know he wouldn't do it."

The investigator said helplessly: "You are misunderstood. We are not just checking the amount of alcohol or drugs in his blood. We want to determine whether he has a sudden illness."

"He is in good health. He has always been healthy without any disease."

"I mean sudden illness, such as sudden myocardial infarction, cerebral thrombosis..."

"Then once it is found out, do you have to put all the faults on him alone!"

The investigator was speechless when questioned.

He had no idea how to explain it. He had seen this lady on the news before. It was obvious that she was a graceful and decent lady on TV. Why is she so unreasonable now? If it is really dissected, Deputy Captain Gerald has a sudden illness when the air crash occurs, it is very likely that he caused the air crash. Is this unreasonable and reasonable?

A pilot who suddenly became ill was very likely to touch a precision instrument that shouldn't be touched at the moment he fell, causing the plane to crash.

The investigator was patient and explained it again.

Lina also took Mrs. Truffaut's hand: "Aunty Antia, this is required by law. Don't you want to know the truth about Geral's death? What is the real culprit? You sign."

Mrs. Truffaut held Lina's hand and burst into tears: "He's like that, so he should be cracked so that everyone can scan him coldly. Lina, you grew up together, Jie Lal is afraid of pain, you know. It hurts to open his stomach and heart with the knife. I can't sign the consent form, absolutely."

When Fucheng and Zhuo Huan came, they heard Mrs. Truffau's persistent rejection.

No matter how persuaded by the investigator and Lina, Mrs. Truffaut refused the autopsy.

Zhuo Huan winked at the investigator: compulsory autopsy.

The investigator hesitated.

Zhuo Huan stepped forward and said indifferently to Mrs. Truffau: "This is a law, please don't obstruct law enforcement." After speaking, he looked at the investigator and reached out to him: "I'll sign."

Mrs. Truffaut said angrily: "Patrick, are you crazy! How dare you sign my son's autopsy consent form!"

If Zhuo Huan didn't hear about it, he took the consent form from the investigator.

Mrs. Truffau rushed up: "Patrick, you are a lunatic, your mother is right, you are a freak, you have no feelings at all!"

Fucheng was startled and turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan.

There was a momentary pause in Zhuo Huan's movement of holding the pen, and he turned sideways to avoid the collision of Mrs. Truffaut.

"No! I don't agree with the autopsy, I don't agree with it!!!"

"I agree with the autopsy."

A low, dumb male voice sounded from the end of the corridor, and everyone stopped their movements and turned to look at the people coming.

Under the dim light of the underground layer, the air that has been stagnant for a long time exudes a dull and decadent breath. The white-haired old gentleman in formal clothes approached step by step, his clothes were neat, his hair was smeared backwards with hairspray, revealing his majestic and solemn eyes. As if to attend a grand and solemn ceremony, he finally stood at the door of the morgue.

He wanted to shift his eyes subconsciously, and looked at the man in the morgue who was lying on the iron bed and was covered by a white cloth. But at the moment his gaze was deflected, he stopped his movements hard-heartedly.

Mr. Truffau looked at Zhuo Huan indifferently.

Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly.

The next moment, he stretched out his hand and handed the pen to the opponent.

Mr. Louis Truffaut quickly signed his name in the lower right corner of the autopsy consent form.

Mrs. Truffaut broke down and wept bitterly: "No, Louis, why, no!"

Mr. Truffaut gave her a cold look: "I said that he never had the talent to be a pilot."

It is October, and the bright and brilliant sunshine is like the cold wind whistling in the winter.

The chill deep into the bone marrow.

Louis Truffaut's arrival was beyond Lina's expectations, but his arrival has at least one benefit. The distraught Madame Truffaut, accompanied by her husband, gradually ceased to indulge in endless sorrow.

Lina finally left the hospital.

The three of them walked out of the hospital door, and Lina hesitated and said, "Reid, you don't need to mind Aunt Antia's words, she is so sad that she can't help but talk."

Zhuo Huan sneered: "There are too many people who don't like me."

Lina looked at him in surprise.

"Truffaut is not yet ranked."

Fucheng quietly glanced at Zhuo Huan quietly.

Lina laughed: "By the way, how's the investigation going?"

Zhuo Huan roughly talked about the progress of the investigation. Lina nodded and looked at Fucheng: "Sorry, Fu, I have been immersed in my own world these days, and I haven't been able to help you. Thank you for helping me comfort Leon Lorraine’s family. Actually, this is mine. Work."

Fucheng smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, don't be too sad, but pay attention to your body."

Lina: "You are always so caring."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyelids and glanced at the "caring" person.

Lina: "I have handled the media properly. Don't worry. Although you can't stop the outside world from paying attention to this matter, you should also see that all major media around the world are paying attention to this matter. But I promise, no one I will come here to disturb you investigating the accident."

Zhuo Huan: "Thank you, that's enough."

Lina nodded, and was about to ask Zhuo Huan if she had any other requests, when suddenly her mobile phone rang. She picked up the phone and someone sent her a message. Looking at the pictures on the screen, Lina's expression was suddenly astonished. She looked serious: "Reid, Fu, there is something you must know."

Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng looked at her together.

The blonde pinched her lips and showed them the phone screen.

[Richard: Lina, I found a post on Twitter, I think you should check it out. [picture]】

Click on the picture, it is a tweet of a young girl.

Her avatar is a selfie, and her name, like many young people, is always combined with letters of unknown meaning.

At 12 noon today, she sent a tweet, and in just a few hours, the number of reposts reached 400.

[Aliceeeeeexv: [Selfie] OMGGG! The deputy captain who met on the plane last week is the heir of the Truffau family! I had a stomachache that day and I vomited on the plane. He wiped it clean for me. He also poured a cup of hot water for me to make me pay attention to my body. God! Truffau’s son wiped my vomit and poured water to comfort me, but I couldn’t even afford a Truffau bag! [滿慶emoji]】

Fucheng narrowed his eyes, and he quickly raised his head: "A passenger plane?! Isn't the Masha 123 a cargo plane? Why is it turned into a passenger plane? The deputy captain cleans up, the stewardess? Why do you need a flying deputy captain to do this? thing?"

Zhuo Huan twitched his lips, and a sneer appeared. He took out his cell phone and made a call.

At this moment, Manchester, England.

Old Joseph stood at the door of Martha's headquarters and connected to the phone.Before Zhuo Huan could speak, he smiled bitterly: "Reid, you must have never thought of what I found when I came to Manchester."

Zhuo Huan interrupted him: "Masha 123 is a passenger and cargo machine?"

Old Joseph was surprised and said: "You already know? Yes. You never imagined that there would be such a smart airline in this world that would crush pilots. During the day, Martha 123...No, it is not called Martha 123, itIt's called the Martha 380. It's a short-range passenger plane between Germany, France, and the UK. At night, it transforms... it becomes a Martha 123."