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In the early morning of the next day, investigate the warehouse of the headquarters.
Boston is located in the northeastern United States and is the capital of Massachusetts.
When everyone arrived at Logan International Airport, NTSB investigators had been waiting at the airport for a long time. A tall, brown-haired middle-aged man stood in front of the greeter. After seeing Zhuo Huan, he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Long time no see, Patrick." Then he walked to the old Joseph and stretched out his arms: "Hi , My old friend, meet again."
The two laughed and hugged each other.
Old Joseph: "Lovins, you are responsible for the investigation of this accident?"
Lowens said helplessly: "I don't want to stay here, but who made the wreckage of American Airlines 4012 be discovered when I happened to be in Boston? This is really fate, Patrick also knew it, half a year ago, that is. During the Independence Day holiday, an American Airlines flight 2186 made an emergency landing at Logan Airport. Although there were no casualties, it took me four full months to find out what happened. Who ever thought I just put The investigation report was handed in, and the wreckage of the plane was salvaged from the Atlantic the next day."
Hearing that, Fucheng recognized this tall and strong investigator, who had been in love with him when he came to the United States six months ago.
Old Joseph: "It's really unfortunate for you. You have been on a business trip for half a year, and now you can't go back."
Zhuo Huan: "What was the reason for the forced landing six months ago?"
Lowens: "Oh, it's not a big deal, metal fatigue. The cause was quickly found out, but in the follow-up, the responsible party had to be identified. The airline and Boeing shirk each other's responsibilities for a long time."
Several people said as they walked outside the airport.
Outside the VIP passage, two luxurious Bentleys parked quietly on the side of the road. After getting in the car, the UAAG members went to the hotel first and put their luggage. Soon he went downstairs again and drove to the port.
American Airlines 4012 crashed 189 nautical miles from the coastline. NTSB rented a warehouse directly in the Port of Boston as a temporary investigation headquarters. After arriving at the port, Zhuo Huan and Lowens took a boat to the salvage site, and Fucheng and others went to the investigation headquarters.
In mid-December, the wind was very cold in Boston, and the temperature had already reached zero degrees. The bitter sea breeze blows onto the land from Boston Bay, and the salty, damp and cold wind can penetrate the thickest cotton coat, almost the bone-chilling chill from the soles of the feet to the heart and lungs.
The sky was getting darker, but at the port, dozens of high-wattage lights were all directed towards the beach, illuminating the bay like daylight.
Standing on the shore were shivering people. They always gathered together in two or three people, squeezing each other's hands, and looking hopefully in the direction of the sea level. Their eyes were red and their bodies trembling, but it was not because of the winter cold.
"Five days ago, when the news of the wreckage of the plane was announced, many of the families of the victims came to Boston from various places. Yesterday, a burial site was found on the seabed, and the bodies of the victims have been gradually recovered. These people are waiting to recognize the bodies. "After a pause, the young investigator whispered, "It's actually impossible to recognize it. Four months have passed."
As soon as the voice fell, a small salvage boat came quickly from a distance with its lights on.
After docking, the sailors disembarked a corpse wrapped in white cloth and sent it to a morgue on the shore. The next moment, the families of the victims gathered on the shore swarmed. However, the investigator did not lift the white cloth on the body to show them.
During the four months at the bottom of the sea, all the victims had been completely unrecognizable and almost become bones.
If you want to find your family, you can only rely on DNA testing.
The four people of UAAG stood on the shore, watching one after another who knew it was meaningless, but running around them.
"They didn't come to recognize the corpse, they came to take him home."
The black-haired young man's voice was long and soft in the cold sea breeze.
Lina and Old Joseph turned to look at Fucheng.
The setting sun slowly sank below the horizon, and salvage ships still docked on the coast, and then a group of crying family members of the victims rushed up.
Soon, under the leadership of the investigators, they came to the temporarily established investigation headquarters.
At the same time, on the other side, Zhuo Huan and Lowens took a speedboat and arrived at the salvage site 189 nautical miles away.
If the Port of Boston is brightly lit at the moment, the families of the victims, investigators and reporters have surrounded it. The salvage scene is even more magnificent. A large ocean crane and salvage ship gathered around the sea. The small salvage vessel is used to salvage the remains of the victims. The real big trouble for the salvage company is the 73-meter-long, 310-ton Big Macββ
Airbus A390 airliner.
Lovins: "Patrick, if a normal plane crashes into the sea, it will be shattered by the huge surface tension and become fragments. But there is a very coincidence that the American Airlines plane was underwater and only broke into two halves. One section is 58 meters long and one section is 15 meters."
The person in charge of the salvage company stood by and nodded: βYes, although 310 tons is not heavy, but the length of 58 meters is prone to secondary breakage during salvage. We have tried traditional pontoon salvage before. Neither the method nor the floating method is very effective. Mr. Lowens said that he wanted to avoid destroying the wreckage of the aircraft as much as possible."
Lowens looked at Zhuo Huan: "Patrick, we are currently planning to use the chain salvage method to salvage the aircraft. But there is still no guarantee that the aircraft will not be damaged during the salvage process. So I want to discuss with you first. Now, do you think that if it is bound to be damaged again, which part of the aircraft has the least impact?"
Zhuo Huan took the underwater scan from the salvage crew.
His gaze swept centimeter by centimeter on this sonar scan, and finally Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and drew a dividing line five meters behind the cockpit, which is the first-class position of the plane.
"Here, as a breaking point, priority is given."
Lowens immediately passed on the scanned picture: "Follow this picture and continue to salvage!"
In the first ten days of the salvage, the remains of many victims were found.
However, after the twelfth day, the traces of the victims became harder to find. This is the boundless Atlantic Ocean, and the bodies of many victims have already drifted away with the ocean currents, not knowing where they are going. In the end, a total of 198 victims were found, and only 76 bodies were found.
The remains of the two pilots were not found, and only one of the flight attendants was found.
On December 23, after verifying the structural strength and rigidity many times, the salvage company finally salvaged the wreckage of the American Airlines 4012 that sank to the seabed. The 15-meter-long tail part was salvaged first, followed by the 58-meter-long front half.
It took 27 hours to salvage endlessly, and finally, this behemoth appeared on the surface of the sea.
The next day, it was sent to the warehouse of the investigation headquarters located on the edge of the port.
When the wreckage of the plane arrived, Fucheng was looking at the maintenance records of the plane. He carefully checked every maintenance record of the aircraft in the past three years, ranging from light bulb replacement to engine maintenance. This A390 has been in service with American Airlines for four years, and its maintenance record has been very normal, and there is nothing particularly noticeable.
"Your Mocha, Vol."
Fucheng raised his head: "Thank you, Lina."
Lina smiled and said, "Do you like cherry sauce?"
Fucheng was stunned: "Although I don't hate sweets, I don't have any special preferences."
Lina smiled clearly.
Soon, this romantic and ritual French girl brought a small plate of tree trunk cake and gently placed it on the table in Fucheng. Fucheng was a little surprised, and Lina blinked at him: "Christmas Eve, the tree trunk cake I baked by myself. Try it. It is very common in France. I always have to eat it on Christmas Eve."
Then Lina sent cakes to Su Fei and Old Joseph one by one.
No cherry sauce was added to everyone's cakes, only Zhuo Huan's cake was drizzled with cherry sauce.
When the twelve o'clock bell rang, the investigative headquarters was in an office exclusively owned by UAAG.
Lina and Old Joseph immediately stopped their movements: "Merry Christmas!"
Only then did the other three Chinese who did not have a deep feeling for Christmas raised their heads and said very perfunctorily: "Merry Christmas." Of course, the main person with a perfunctory attitude is Uncle Zhuo.
Old Joseph and Lina had expected such a situation a long time ago, and they were helpless. None of them expected that this Christmas, they would actually spend overtime.
Old Joseph said to Fucheng: "I always think, I am only 52 years old now, but I am afraid that I will become 82 years old in less than a year. Is this a work injury, Fu?"
Fucheng smiled slightly: "You can ask Teacher Zhuo for work injury compensation."
Old Joseph shrank his neck: "Farewell, and ask for money from Reid? I might as well think about how to study immortality, that's more likely!"
Zhuo Huan: "Heh."
Everyone laughed.
In the early morning of the next day, investigate the warehouse of the headquarters.
Lowens came over, and he looked at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan was talking to Fucheng with his head down. Last night, Fucheng discovered that the pressure accumulator of this aircraft had been repaired four times in the past three years.
Lovins: "Patrick, the people from American Airlines are here."
Zhuo Huan's voice stopped, and he turned his head to look at Lovins: "Well, I'll pass right away." Then he continued to say to Fucheng: "The specifications of Airbus A390's accumulator are different from those of McFly. I can't touch it. Many, but judging from the latest maintenance record, it is not a big problem. It should be absorbing pressure pulses..."
Fucheng listened and nodded: "So you mean, if there is a problem with the accumulator, you can directly look back at the entire hydraulic system, look at the big one, and check for the leaks?"
Zhuo Huan smiled. He put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Well," he said, "Let's go, let's go and meet the American Airlines guys."
Fucheng was taken aback, but did not object.
Halfway through, Zhuo Huan paused and said to Lowens: "Yes, please call old Joseph for help."
Coming to the meeting room on the second floor, Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan and entered the door together.
As soon as they entered the door, the American Airlines staff immediately stood up and greeted them. Soon, everyone sat down. Zhuo Huan has always been too lazy to speak on such occasions, and Fucheng has an illusion inexplicably: Uncle Zhuo brought him here, is it specifically to deal with these crazy American Airlines staff?
While talking, the door of the meeting room was opened again.
Lowens walked in first, and the two American Airlines staff stood up and just about to speak. Behind Lowens, old Joseph also entered the conference room.
Almost for an instant, one of the staff members stood up straight.
"Mr. Joseph!"
Old Joseph was taken aback and looked up. He smiled and said, "It's actually you, I remember you are... Joey?"
The clerk hurriedly walked over and held out his hand with a half-bow: "Long time no see, how are you?"
Old Joseph patted his hand and laughed: "It didn't take long. I had a case with American Airlines two years ago. When I went back to American Airlines headquarters, you forgot it? Oh, maybe you were not there at that time! "
The old Joseph was kind and humorous. Gradually, the clerk named Joey's serious expression relaxed and he also laughed.
Looking at this scene, Fucheng frowned and noticed a strange sense of disharmony. With a thought, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, but his eyes froze the moment he touched the other party. saw Uncle Zhuo leaning on the sofa, chewing gum while looking down at the phone lazily.
Perceiving Fucheng's gaze, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyelids and stared at him.
After thinking about it, he took a piece of gum from his pocket and stuffed it into Fucheng's hand.
Fucheng: "..."
Seeing that Fucheng didn't look away, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyebrows, pulled out his coat pockets, and showed them to Fucheng.
Zhuo Huan: "It's gone."
Fucheng: "..."
Who wants chewing gum! ! !
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: don't understand what young people are thinking now. They always want to get something for nothing. It's not enough to give one piece of gum, and they want two more? shameless.
Fu Chengcheng: ...you are single by strength!