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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty One"

weight="139571"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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After the brief information summary report meeting, Lowens assigned the investigation task to his subordinates. He was about to follow him downstairs to the warehouse to check the cleaning of the wreckage of the plane, when someone tapped his shoulder from behind.

Lowens looked back: "Patrick?"

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows at him. Lowens was taken aback, didn't understand what he meant, then he passed Zhuo Huan's shoulder and saw the black-haired young man standing behind him.

Lowens: "...Vol?"

Wait, what's the situation?

"Could it be that there are any new discoveries, or is there a new task to be done?" He looked tight.

Zhuo Huan turned his upper body, pointed his chin in the direction of Lowens, and said to Fucheng, "Look for him to benefit."

Fucheng: "..."

Lowens: "...?" What? !

Uncle Zhuo always does good deeds without leaving a name. He took a deep look at Fucheng, leaving a meaningful expression, and turned to leave. After he left, Fucheng and Lowens looked at each other. For a long time, Lowens: "Fuck, I am a little confused about the current situation, so I said, what is the situation now...?"

Fucheng smiled helplessly: "Teacher Zhuo is joking, don't worry about it."

Lowens gradually tasted a touch of meaning.

Lowens is only in his early forties this year, but he is already a senior investigator of the NTSB and has a dedicated investigation team named after him. He looked at Fucheng and apologized: "Thank you for telling me about it today, Fu, thank you very much."

Fucheng: "No, it's not a big deal."

Lowens smiled and said: "In short, you helped me solve an annoying thing, I remember it in my heart, thank you."

Fucheng thought for a while: "In fact, you can tell Teacher Zhuo yourself. I don't think Teacher Zhuo will be angry about this kind of thing. And even if you say it directly at the beginning, I think Teacher Zhuo will come to the United States. ."

Lovins thought for a moment, and thought he understood what Fucheng meant: "That's right, the disappearance of the black box does not necessarily mean that the truth cannot be found, but it is extremely difficult. I should believe in Patrick's ability."

Fucheng was taken aback, smiled, and said nothing.

When he came to the first floor, Fucheng was standing on the stairs. When he reached the last two or three stairs, Zhuo Huan raised his head and saw him.

Looking at each other, Uncle Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Is coming?"

Is it good to go?

Fucheng nodded.

Zhuo Huan gave a chuckle and looked away.

When Fucheng reached the first floor, he had to directly contact the air traffic controller on duty on the day of the crash, but he stopped inexplicably. His gaze stayed on Zhuo Huan's thin and tall back for a while, and he was in a trance as if he suddenly returned to that summer night in Helsinki.

Behind him, the punk boy dragged his suitcase and walked forward cursingly.

The humid summer wind is mixed with the smell of bitter and bitter soil, and the moonlight is fresh and clear, shining through the cold concrete path. Somehow, he lifted his steps and followed. Since then, it has always followed.

……Um?

His hair seems to be longer?

Don't you cut it?

Suddenly returning to his senses, Fu Cheng frowned suspiciously, tilted his head and thought for a while, but was puzzled and had to turn around and leave.

Logan International Airport is located in the east of Boston, not far from the temporary investigation headquarters set up by the NTSB.

Under Lowens' introduction, Fucheng met the air traffic controller on duty that day.

This is a young guy with brown curly hair. In fact, most of the short stewards are young. This is a very stressful and laborious job that requires a lot of energy and endurance.

For example, this air traffic controller needs to control the take-off and landing of more than ten planes at the same time. When he works, he needs to use the radar map to accurately know the altitude and position of each aircraft, know where they want to go, and arrange a reasonable route for them. If there is a little mistake, it may cause unbearable consequences.

In 2002, a Russian passenger plane and a DHL cargo plane collided over the city of Uberlingen in southern Germany. 71 people were killed in the accident and no one survived. The wrecked Russian airliner carried 45 Russian children traveling to Spain. On the night of the accident, countless families could not sleep all night and felt unhappy.

There are many reasons for this accident, but the negligence of air traffic controllers is definitely one of the indispensable major reasons. Even the air traffic controller has a lot of helplessness, the air crash is not his will. But his negligence has caused countless families to die. This is a fact that cannot be ignored.

Two years after the incident, the air traffic controller was also stabbed to death by a father who lost his children and was overly sad.

When Fucheng saw this air traffic controller, he had returned to normal and his spirit was stable. But when Fucheng mentioned the name American Airlines 4012, he remained silent for a long time, unable to smile again.

"It was 2 a.m., and I was on night shift. I have taken over the management of American Airlines 4012 for two and a half hours, and another hour... No, it's 50 minutes, they should land at Logan Airport. That day. It’s midnight and there are not many planes. They don’t need to line up. I have already planned to let them land behind a Qantas Airways. But at 2:13 in the morning, I noticed that their altitude suddenly dropped sharply on the radar map."

The flight attendant licked his dry lips and looked at Fucheng: "You know, as I said earlier, there are not many airplanes, so when they first dropped in altitude, I found out and I immediately contacted them. But no one Respond."

Fucheng: "I know, you said there are not many planes."

The air traffic controller nodded: "Yes. I called several times and they did not answer. Then, American Airlines 4012 disappeared from my radar map. I immediately called an emergency call and sent a helicopter to search. But that day It was late at night, and the search results were not good, and the plane could not be found in the first time."

Fucheng typed a line on his tablet computer. He looked up and asked: "Did the American Airlines pilot say anything special to you before the accident? For example, it might be related to the hijacking?"

"No. The last time we contacted was at 1:47 in the morning. Everything was normal at the time. Captain Kevin contacted me. He was in charge of radio communications that day. I have handed over the recording of the call to NTSB. Except for work, he Just said something not very relevant to me."

Fucheng's eyes dazzled: "What are you talking about?"

The flight attendant recalled: "He asked me if Logan Airport was busy today."

...

"This is American Airlines 4012. What is the plane on duty at Logan Airport today, Over. 』

"This is Boston, not much, you can land on time, Over. 』

...

Fucheng asked the air traffic controller carefully, trying to get some clues from him that might not be in the recording. For example, the pilot’s emotions at the time, is it possible for the pilot to imply that something went wrong with the plane. However, he found nothing after all.

Air traffic controller: "I didn't notice any problems during the call. Everything was done in business, rigorous and swift."

Fucheng looked at the data compiled on the computer, he nodded and stood up: "Thank you."

"No thanks. Am I sending you away?"

The two walked to the door, Fucheng stopped, and he turned around: "Yes, I take the liberty to ask again. I have heard the tape you submitted beforehand, because only the last hour was recorded. No record. The tape has always been the captain's voice. Have you heard the deputy captain's voice?"

The air traffic controller was stunned. He thought for a while: "That's it. The captain was in charge of radar communications that day. Then I will only communicate with the captain, not the deputy captain. This is the case in the industry. Every time we The calls were very brief, and I remember the general content. I had not spoken to the deputy captain."

Fucheng nodded: "Okay, thank you."

Leave Logan International Airport and return to the investigation headquarters.

As soon as Fucheng walked into the gate, he saw the workers using jacks to lift some broken wrecks out of the door and transport them to the car.

Old Joseph was watching over him, and when he saw Fucheng coming, he beckoned.

Fucheng walked over: "What are you doing?"

Old Joseph smiled and said, "Send some fractures to the laboratory and check if there are any signs of explosion."

Fucheng suddenly understood: "It is suspected that terrorists planted bombs on the plane, and the bomb exploded in the air, causing the plane to crash?"

Old Joseph laughed, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a cold voice before it sounded.

"There is no black box, what else can I do, I can only start from the remains of the wreck. The bomb exploded, which is the first reason to be eliminated." Zhuo Huan walked over, his gaze rested on the old Joseph for a moment, and then looked towards Fucheng: "I found something, come and take a look."

Fucheng said in surprise: "Me?"

"Um."

Fucheng and Old Joseph followed Zhuo Huan and walked into the warehouse. They bypassed the scattered fragments of various aircraft wreckage all the way to the front of the aircraft cabin.

The wreckage of American Airlines 4012 is almost complete.

Except for a part of the body that was washed away by the ocean currents, the other parts did not receive much impact, and they remained intact. Now they were standing in front of the wreckage of the left wing of the plane, Fucheng looked down. saw that this huge left wing seemed to be snapped in reverse at this moment, lying horizontally on the ground in a twisted posture.

Zhuo Huan squatted down, and Fucheng squatted down along with him.

"Look here." Zhuo Huan pointed his finger at a scratch on the left wing tip of the plane, "This scratch is half a meter long, and at the end of the scratch is a three-meter gap. The iron sheet on its surface is rolled out. The entire left wing was almost broken. You have driven the A390, so you can judge... how do you think this is caused?"

Hearing this, Fucheng looked awe-inspiring, and he looked at it carefully.

"This is the wing tip. The damage that can cause only scratches but no breaks should be caused by friction with the solid surface. However, the A390 crashed into the sea and did not rub against the ground. It stands to reason that it was on the wing tip. The moment it touched the sea, the surface tension of the sea was destroyed, and soon the plane crashed." After a pause, Fucheng Road, "but this scratch is caused by the wingtips rubbing on the sea for a while. Caused. And look back..."

Zhuo Huan subconsciously looked in the direction of his fingers, Fucheng stretched out his hand to the right, and his right hand swayed past his eyes. The extremely close distance made Zhuo Huan stunned, until the thin and slender hand fell, Zhuo Huan still did not react.

Fucheng did not notice Zhuo Huan’s distraction. He went on to say: “After this scratch, there are a large section of cracks and broken marks. Obviously, this should be the left wing first touching the water surface, so it was covered by the huge surface of the water. Tension breaks, resulting in a crack."

Suddenly startled, Fucheng raised his head: "Teacher Zhuo, are you trying to say that this plane flew sideways into the water?"

If it were not flying sideways into the sea, the belly of the plane would be the first to touch the water, not the left wing!

Zhuo Huan returned to his senses. He raised his eyes and glanced at Fucheng. His voice was loose and he didn't seem to be very concentrated: "Well. My inference is the same. You know a lot about A390, so let you take a look."

Slowly concentrating, Zhuo Huan: "Since you also inferred this way, now it is certain-American Airlines 4012, an unexpected turn has occurred in the air. Otherwise, look at this again." , He looked up to Old Joseph and said: "Look at it too."

Old Joseph also squatted down.

The three of them looked at the crack together.

Zhuo Huan’s beautiful and clean fingers slid across the long cracks in the plane: “The further the crack is, the bigger the crack will be. This conforms to the alloy's breaking force law, but this opening degree, I feel...something is wrong.”

The author has something to say:

Fu Chengcheng: [Staring at Xiaojiu ing away]

Zhuo Anxi: You see him staring at me for so long, why don't I need to talk about it?

The Uberlingen air crash is really tragic, and it is one of the air crashes I feel most deplored.