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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Twenty-Three"

weight="139519"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the investigation of aircraft accidents, investigators fighting for aircraft are not uncommon, but not many.

Most planes in air crashes will not fall so smashed, and in many cases they can even maintain almost the complete shape of the plane, and it is not difficult to put them back together. But an airplane like the Masha 123 that hits a mountain at high speed and eventually smashed into pieces, trying to put it back together is extremely difficult to the naked eye.

However, Zhuo Huan was not joking.

The next day, the investigation team began to reconstruct the skeleton model of the aircraft.

The plane is not a puzzle, it can be put together piece by piece. The airplane is a 3D shape. If you want to build a complete airplane, you must first build a complete steel skeleton for it. Just like building a house to lay the foundation, the investigation team spent three whole days and more than 30 investigators and workers' efforts to finally complete the steel skeleton of the plane.

ATR’s technical staff also rushed to Schaffhausen at this time to provide technical support to the investigation team: no one knew their own aircraft better than them.

The grand plan of fighting airplanes has been slowly unfolding, and it is destined not to be accomplished overnight.

On the other side, Lina also found more than one hundred passengers who had taken Martha Flight 123 through the airport and airlines. She contacted these people on the Internet and offered to bear all travel expenses. In the end, more than 30 people agreed to come to Schaffhausen to accept interviews from the investigation team.

In the warehouse of the candy factory, the debris of the aircraft wreckage that was once full of the ground is now all gathered to one side, and replaced by a huge steel aircraft skeleton. It spans over half of the warehouse, and strongly occupies the most central position of the warehouse. Dozens of investigators and ATR technicians took the fragments, gestured on the plane's skeleton, finally confirmed, and then pieced together the wreckage.

Lina came to the warehouse. She found Fucheng among the crowd and waved to him.

Fucheng walked to the door of the warehouse, Lina said: "There are already five passengers here, Fu, I would like to invite you to conduct an interview with me."

Fucheng thought for a while: "Don't you call Mr. Zhuo Shang?"

Lina asked in surprise: "Do you think Reid is suitable for this kind of occasion?"

This statement is well-founded, and Fucheng can't refute it at all. He put down his work and came to the office building of the candy factory with Lina.

Since UAAG bought the candy factory, it has naturally become the investigation headquarters. The two came to the fourth floor. There were five people sitting in the corridor, men and women, old and young. Lina stepped forward and said a few words in German. Then she took a young girl into the office.

The door closed gently, the girl sat on the opposite side, and Fucheng and Lina sat on the other side.

After entering the house, the girl looked around with curious eyes. Not everyone has ever been on an airplane, and even the vast majority of people have nothing to do with an air crash in their entire lives, let alone the aircraft accident investigation team.

This is a spacious office with various materials and instruments in a mess. A whiteboard inside the house was filled with red and black markers, people’s names, Martha Airlines, and Martha 123. Next to these words are photos of the two pilots.

Lina turned on the recorder: "Hello, when did you fly on Martha Flight 380?"

The girl immediately retracted her gaze, she sat upright: "Um, cough, I flew from Berlin to London on this plane a month ago..."

One morning, a dozen more people came one after another.

Like passing by in the world, they walked through the office door, leaving behind some faint impressions of Martha 380, and then hurriedly left.

By the evening, all thirty-six people had been interviewed. Fucheng sorted out the interview materials, and he heard the click of the chair legs moving in his ears, and he turned his head and looked. saw Lina standing in front of the white board, looking up at the blond young man with a bright smile.

She held the recorder tightly in her hand and stared at the carefree smile of her friend. Hot tears filled her eyes, and finally came out. She slammed her hand to cover her mouth, and did not let the crying from between her fingers.

Fucheng's lips moved, and he was about to speak for comfort, Lina: "Let me be alone, Fu."

Fucheng was silent: "Lina, sorrow."

Staring at her best friend on the whiteboard, Lina said with a hoarse voice: "He has never told me that his work is so hard. He has never said that..." The cry can no longer be restrained, and she vents from her throat.

Lina cried bitterly, and Fucheng walked out of the office with the interview materials, leaving a quiet space for her.

Inside the door was the desperate and collapsed cry of women, and outside the door was a depressed silence.

Fucheng closed the door, he turned around, his movements suddenly stopped.

After a long while, Fucheng said softly: "Teacher Zhuo, when did you come?"

The sunset shines through the window at the end of the corridor, slanting into the room, falling on the concrete floor, glowing with warm and cool light. The man in a thin coat was standing leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his head hanging slightly. His mouth seemed to be eating gum, and his lips rose up and down due to the chewing action.

"It's only been five minutes." After a pause, Zhuo Huan looked at him: "How is the interview."

Fucheng was silent for a moment, and handed the information in his hand to the other party.

Zhuo Huan took it and glanced roughly. There was a sneer from his nose, he handed the information back to Fucheng, turned and left: "Let's go, go back and fight for the plane."

Fucheng hesitated for a while, but followed up.

Under the sunlight, the two walked side by side and left the quiet corridor.

That data was placed in the database of the investigation headquarters by Fucheng, and when the truth became clear and the investigation report was written, they would also be included in it.

Six hours ago, in the office, the girl said this in English——

"It was a little late when I boarded the plane. As soon as I sat firmly in the cabin, the deputy captain went into the cabin to explain and demonstrate the use of seat belts. This is a low-cost airline. Of course, there is no LED display like other large airplanes, so this kind of safety reminder People have to say it with the mouth. But this is the first time I have seen a pilot do this kind of thing, so I am very impressed."

The old man said this in German

"I was the first to get on the plane, maybe it was a little early. I saw the captain was repairing the chair. He was surprised to see me and quickly explained to me that the chair was OK, except that a screw was loose. He wanted Twist it."

As the young man recalled, he said

"Because I forgot to take something, I went back to the plane. I saw the captain and the deputy captain disassembling the seats. I was so surprised that they helped me find my lost bag. When I left, I turned around and saw them. Holding a screwdriver and still dismantling the chair. Why are the chairs being dismantled? Are those chairs too old to be replaced?"

In the silent office, Fucheng looked at the puzzled boy.

"...Yes, because those chairs are too old, they need to be changed."

Why do you want to dismantle the chair?

Because after sending off the last guests, they have to act as cargo pilots to transport cargo.

Therefore, remove the chair as much as possible to leave more space to load the goods, which can increase the transportation profit a little. This is a requirement of the airline. After sending off the guests every day, all the more than forty seats were removed and moved to the luggage compartment. Wait two hours before arriving in the early morning of the next day, and install these seats one by one.

Repeat the same thing day after day.

This is what Lyon Lorraine and Geral Truffaut do every day.

At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone was in the warehouse continuing to fight for planes. Lina walked into the warehouse with red eyes. She called Gao Yun out and said something. When Gao Yun came back, Fucheng asked him, "What did Lina tell you?"

Gao Yun's expression was not very good, he sighed: "Lina told me that the EASA headquarters has made a conclusion and issued certain warnings and punishments to Marks and Spencer. But no, there are no other penalties. Since Marks and Spencer can deal with The leather bag company cooperated and made up a fictitious flight out of Martha 123, so there must have been legal consultations. Their actions must be completely legal, and no one can sanction them. So Lina asked me just now, according to European aviation law. Is this the only way...I told her, yes, unfortunately, this is the end."

Speaking of this, Gao Yun smiled bitterly: "After I immigrated, sometimes I think the Western system is very good, and sometimes I think it is extremely absurd. The law always serves class personnel, and this class cannot be crossed in our entire life. Going to the moat. If this happened in China, at least Marks and Spencer will not be so unscathed, and there will be no one who needs to be held accountable."

Naturally, Fucheng couldn't answer this answer.

Two days later, Su Fei returned to Schaffhausen with the repaired black box data.

"The black box was a little damaged when the plane hit a mountain and exploded, but the problem was not serious, so it was basically repaired. When I was at the ATR headquarters in France, I had separated the flight data and the cockpit call records, and separated five audio tracks. Should we look at the flight data first, or listen to the call log first?"

Su Fei did not know that Zhuo Huan had denied the pilot error as the cause of the crash. It may be the cause, but it is definitely not the main cause.

Zhuo Huan stood beside the big screen: "Look at the flight data."

Su Fei: "OK!"

The punk boy's fingers crackled on the keyboard, and soon, the complete flight data curve was projected on the big screen.

The flight data curve of the aircraft's black box includes multiple parameters such as the aircraft's pitch attitude, roll attitude, and lateral overload. ATR72 is an old aircraft produced in the 1980s, so its black box records very few parameters, only 11 records.

If it is a movie, the investigator will carefully check from the first second recorded in the black box to find out whether an abnormality has occurred. However this is reality.

Almost the next second after the flight data curve was projected on the big screen, four or five sounds sounded at the same time——

"Rolling posture?!"

Fucheng stood up and walked to the big screen. He carefully looked at the rolling posture data. After a while, he turned to look at Zhuo Huan: "I have never seen such roll data. In fact, even military fighter jets rarely perform such high-risk roll actions when they perform exercises. It is absolutely impossible to artificially make such a scrolling work."

Gao Yun immediately issued a question: "Yesterday, the investigator and I had completely inspected the right engine and confirmed that the right engine was not abnormal. Now the black box data also clearly shows that it is not an engine problem. The engine was intact until the crash. Then this What's the matter with this strange rolling posture?"

Zhuo Huan rubbed his chin, his voice was low, "Is there something wrong with the hydraulic system?"

ATR-72 uses a traditional hydraulic system.

The pilot uses the hydraulic system to control the aircraft. The hydraulic system is equivalent to the blood vessels of the aircraft, which transports blood (the pilot’s instructions) to every cell in the aircraft. If there is a problem with the hydraulic system, the pilot cannot control the aircraft at all, and the crash is an unavoidable ending.

Fucheng suddenly thought, "Could it be a special downdraft? According to the weather on the day of the Martha 123 crash, there was a thundercloud 20 kilometers east of Zurich Airport. Although Martha 123's route does not pass through that group Thundercloud, but perhaps due to special reasons, it affected the flight of the aircraft?"

Gao Yun followed Fucheng's words and thought: "You mean, once the downdraft affects the aircraft's roll attitude, the aircraft rolls over. Then first, because the aircraft has just taken off and the altitude is not enough, the pilot has no time to adjust; second These two pilots are indeed too young, lack experience, and have average flying skills. Coupled with long hours of work, they drive fatigued, unable to respond well, and are in a hurry. That's why the plane hit the mountain?"

Fucheng turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan: "Teacher Zhuo, what do you think?"

Zhuo Huan stood in front of the big screen, his eyes fixed on the plane's rolling data curve.

For a long time, he said: "There are many possibilities. Fucheng, you go to check the weather and meteorological data of the day, and you must determine whether the thunderclouds on that day have undercurrents, and whether they can affect the flight of the aircraft 20 kilometers away. "

Fucheng nodded: "Okay."

"As for the others..."

Gao Yun and others suddenly became nervous.

Zhuo Huan: "Finish the plane first."

Everyone: "..."

As if not aware of the almost condensed sight of resentment behind him, Uncle Zhuo was extremely calm. He said to Su Fei: "Listen to the cockpit call records."

The originally noisy office suddenly quieted down because of this sentence.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to hear what the two pilots had said before the crash and what warnings the plane had given.

Ten minutes later, Zhuo Huan closed his eyes, and his voice calmly announced: "The cockpit call record has no valid reference, and it will not be used as investigation data for the time being."

No one questioned his words, because the two pilots hardly said anything meaningful in the entire 13-minute conversation. Except for the final desperate cry and the helpless scream of trying to correct the aircraft's attitude back to a level state, there was only a scream of "NO".

No, no, no...

The final words of each air crash victim are always surprisingly similar.

There is no recollection of the past in life, and no rational analysis of the cause of the accident. When the clouds broke open, they saw the mountain wall close at hand, and all they could think of and blurt out was the sound of no.

this is the truth.

brutal reality.

On October 18, 2020, the body of Gerard Truffaut was airlifted back to Toulouse, France for burial.

Sixteen days have passed since the air crash occurred.

The memory of the Internet is short. When the accident happened, netizens learned that the deputy captain who was in the crash was the heir of the Truffau Group, and all social media were bombed. The number one TAG on Twitter that day was "Truffau". However, as time passed, gradually, everyone no longer remembered the crash.

Until today, sixteen days later, at Geral Truffau’s funeral, people thought of it again.

On the Internet, countless people left a message "R.I.P" in silence for the poor victims.

Toulouse, by the South Canal, people in black dresses stood quietly beside the cemetery, watching the black coffin being lifted by the four young men, carried it to the cemetery, and placed it gently. They were former friends of Gerard, and when he had not been expelled from the Truffau family, they often gathered together to play ball.

It's not that Mrs. Truffau never thought of asking her son's current friend to carry the coffin for him. However, she went to find it and found that her son, whom she had loved for more than 20 years, was too busy at work to make friends. His only friend is Leon Lorraine, and now the two have fallen asleep together.

The priest whispered the eulogy to pay homage to this young and lonely soul.

Under the bright sun, everyone closed their eyes and listened to the soft condolences.

When everything was over, when the four friends picked up the shovel and piled the dirt on the coffin one by one, the dirt sealed the last color of the coffin. Mrs. Truffau finally couldn't help crying in despair. She was in her husband’s In his arms, crying.

Lina was wearing a black dress, and she was standing in the middle of the crowd, watching from a short distance.

"May he rest in heaven."

"Amen."

Following the priest's words, everyone closed their eyes and prayed for the dead to rest in peace: "Amen."

The funeral was handed over to the butler, and the butler of the Truffau family with red eyes, instead of the overwhelmed Mrs. Truffau and Mr. Truffau, who needed to comfort his wife, sent these guests away.

Lina walked to the sad couple, and Mr. Truffaut still had a straight face. His eyes were full of tears, but he did not let the tears flow out of his eyes. He raised his head to look at the young blonde girl in front of him, his voice dull: "Stephanie."

"Uncle Truffau," Lina said.

The Truffau family and the Comte family are family acquaintances, or, until five years ago, they had a good relationship. It wasn't until Gerard, the heir to the Truffau family, suddenly said that he wanted to be a pilot and he didn't want to enter the family group, and the relationship between the two was cracked.

Mr. Truffaut said coldly: "I still remember Gerard telling me about you five years ago. It was you who made him like airplanes. I never thought that when you were young, he played with airplane models. He will therefore embark on the path of a pilot. And it turns out that he has no talent for being a pilot at all."

Lina couldn't help interrupting him, she didn't dare to talk: "Geral is gone, can't you be so cruel!"

"Oh? Then what did I say wrong. This is what the kid Patrick said, isn't it? I heard he said in person that Geral is not a good pilot, and he didn't make it when the plane crashed. The most reasonable and correct choice, all he did was panic blindly."

Lina: "In that situation, what can he do as a young pilot? Can you calmly watch death and then successfully control an aircraft that suddenly loses control?"

"Stephanie, you..."

"I didn't come to quarrel with you." Lina interrupted Mr. Truffaut rudely, causing the latter's face to sink quickly. However, she didn’t care at all: “I’m here to give you the last cockpit voice recorded by the black box.” Then, she took out a U disk from her bag, “It’s okay if you don’t want it, this is Jella. Your last words before his death. Don’t worry, he didn’t say a word of you. He didn’t have the energy to manage matters other than flying. After all, as you said, he is an untalented, horrible pilot, and he can’t even take care of flying a plane. Now, how can he have time to do other things, think about other things."

Mr. Truffau's face was pale, he snorted coldly, and did not reach for the USB flash drive.

Mrs. Truffau took the USB flash drive: "Thank you, Lina."

Lina's stubborn and angry expression gradually eased when Mrs. Truffau shouted her nickname. She nodded slightly to the Truffers and turned to leave. Halfway through, she suddenly turned around and said to Mr. Truffau: "Did you see the sheep hidden in the box?"

Mr. Truffaut was stunned, he raised his head and looked at Lina blankly.

Lina looked at his expression and knew the answer. She clenched her teeth and finally couldn’t help saying: “There is one thing you said wrong. Geral loves airplanes, never because of me. Yes, I gave him many airplane models, and I took him to visit Mai I fly to the factory and have seen a lot of airplanes. But those are because he likes airplanes, I will take him there. I always treat him as my own brother, he hid a sheep in the box, but I really feel sorry for him, For so many years, no one has ever seen that sheep."

Lina looked at Mrs. Truffaut with a surprised look: "Have you seen it? You haven't seen it either."

After speaking, leaving behind the bewildered Truffaus, Lina closed her eyes and strode away to leave.

Back in the car, she took out a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm crying for you again. Today's eye makeup is not waterproof. If you see me dizzy, you must say I love crying again."

"Geral..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Covering her lips, Lina cried bitterly in the back seat of the car.

Back in Schaffhausen and getting out of the car, Lina has wiped away her tears.Before entering the investigation headquarters, she took out her mobile phone and found "Geral" in the address book.Looking at the name steadily, she laughed slowly and sent a message.

[The sun today is as brilliant as your hair.】

[There is no haze.】

[It's the best sunny day.】

[Good night, little prince.】

"At night, when you look at the sky, I live on one of the stars.Since I am laughing on one of the stars, it seems to you that all the stars are laughing, then the stars you will see are all laughing stars.』

"little Prince"