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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty Four"

weight="139587"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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On January 17, 2003, an American Airlines 384 plane took off from New York and crashed at Seattle-Tacoma Airport while flying to Seattle.

The direct cause of the accident was bad weather.

American Airlines 384 is a flight in the afternoon of the same day. According to the normal flight time, it should land around four o'clock in the afternoon. But on that day, there was heavy snow in Seattle, and the blizzard caused all more than 100 planes to be delayed. After circling in the air for an hour, American Airlines 384 finally landed after getting permission from the controller. However, the tragedy happened at the moment of landing.

American Airlines 384 touched the ground, rushed out of the runway, and crashed into the lawn next to the runway.

In the investigation report issued by the NTSB after the incident, in addition to the bad weather, the wrong operation of the deputy captain Michael Harrison was also one of the reasons for the crash.

Michael Harrison, 29 years old, had a total of 489 flight hours on the Boeing 747 in the accident. There is no doubt that he is a young and inexperienced pilot. When American Airlines 384 took off from New York, it was scheduled for him to carry out this mission, and Captain Joseph was in charge of radio communications.

No one knows why, in the face of such bad weather, Harrison still chose to land on his own without asking the experienced captain for help. At that time, Lowens, who was still an ordinary investigator, found Joseph who had woke up in the hospital and asked him this question.

Joseph answered him in this way.

"do not know."

Seventeen years later, by the beach of Boston Bay.

The sunset slowly fell and sank into the sea. Everything returned to tranquility, the deep blue gradually swallowed the entire sky, the night invaded, and the cold of winter took advantage of the sea breeze to force into people's collars in an instant.

Fucheng looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "I don't know?"

A cigarette is completely exhausted, and the tobacco burns the last ray of sparks in the air, like a sunset that extinguishes its light at the same time. Zhuo Huan nodded lightly, and his voice was longer and longer: "Well, he said he didn't know. Harrison never showed him that he needed help. He controlled the plane calmly, methodically, and not badly, as if he was facing the landing tower. Koma Airport knows everything well, and has done it a hundred times...It was not until the plane was about to crash and it was no longer possible to go around, that old Joseph suddenly realized that the pilot next to him did not seem to be what he showed. So unhurried and skilled."

Fucheng was silent, "American Airlines 384 cabin call records should be able to be heard."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Of course, the black box is not damaged. The calls between the pilots are still stored in the NTSB database."

Fucheng: "They didn't say anything strange?"

Zhuo Huan: "No."

"Harrison asked for help once, and never asked whether he could land safely?"

"No."

Fucheng asked: "What about old Joseph, he didn't ask his deputy captain to help?"

Zhuo Huan smiled. He took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket and pressed it lightly to pop out a cigarette. After igniting, he took a breath of smoke, looked at Fucheng, and asked, "Let you fly a fighter plane and land the aircraft carrier. Do you think it needs to be specifically mentioned and let others boast?"

Fucheng was stunned: "Does this matter need to be boasted? All carrier-based pilots can do this."

"So, when Lowens spoke this question in the hospital, that's how Old Joseph answered him."

"It's just falling during a blizzard. I really don't know. It's a difficult thing. 』

The man's clear voice gradually disappeared in the howling evening breeze.

Fucheng's lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

for a long time.

"Didn't you just say that there is no smoke, Teacher Zhuo?"

After a slight pause with his hand holding the cigarette, Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fucheng.

In the night, the black-haired young man looked at him blankly.

Zhuo Huan thought for a while: "There is the last one left. After this one, it is really gone. I want to get another one, so I don't want to give it to you, so...Is it really gone?"

Fucheng: "..."

"Ah."

After leaving a cold voice, Fucheng turned and left, leaving a ruthless back of a certain man.

Zhuo Huan frowned, but did not follow him back to the investigation headquarters. He watched Fucheng walk into the investigation headquarters step by step, then slowly smoked his last cigarette, and then walked back with his hands in his pockets.

Back to the investigation headquarters, Zhuo Huan casually found a glass bottle from the cabinet, filled half of the water, and inserted the rose into it.

The thorns of the rose have been picked long ago, and there is no soil and rhizomes, so keeping it with water only slightly prolongs the flowering period.

Lina passed by and stopped: "Where did you pick the roses, Reid?"

Zhuo Huan: "Sent from Fucheng."

Lina: "..."

After a short pause, she said, "Fuhui will go to the flower shop to buy flowers for you?"

Why is she so unbelievable.

Seeing his friend's suspicious gaze, Zhuo Huan chuckled and told the matter roughly. Including the old Joseph stopped a flower girl on the road and bought lilies for Fucheng to give away. He also bought all the flowers boringly and threw them to Fucheng. As a result, Fucheng deliberately picked back a rose and gave it to him.

Although it is said that he first gave this flower to Fucheng, it is a certain fact that Fucheng gave him the flower. Uncle Zhuo didn't think the order had any influence on this fact.

However, Lina was silent for a long time.

"Do you think anyone can grow roses, lilies, and jasmine in their garden this season, Reid?"

Uncle Zhuo was stunned.

Lina held back a smile and kindly reminded: "It's winter, Reid. I think you were probably cheated by that kid. He should have bought flowers at the flower market, and then they wanted to sell them at a high price by the beach. I didn't expect..." It's you taking a fool.

At the end of the conversation, Lina quietly looked at her friend's face. She suddenly didn't understand. With Reid's IQ, how could she not even think of such a simple thing.

Patting the shoulder of Uncle Zhuo, Lina comforted: "Thinking about it this way, at least this flower looks pretty."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

"And it was given to you. He really has a crush on you."

"..."

day.

Fucheng didn't know that a certain man was unsuccessful, but was generalized.

In the afternoon of the next day, the experimental data of Teiichi Tsunai was sent to UAAG's mailbox on time.

Download the experimental data, and then perform rigorous calculations and comparisons.

Zhuo Huan concluded: "American Airlines 4012 crashed into the water at the maximum acceleration." Then, he quickly assigned the task, "Lovins and Sufei, you take people to check whether the four engines of the aircraft are present. Mechanical failure. Old Joseph, you and other NTSB investigators confirm that there is no problem with the aircraft's telex system."

Finally he looked at Fucheng: "Investigate all the backgrounds of the two pilots. Together with Lina, you and Lina have no details. Everything that happened to them in the past must be collected and mastered."

Fucheng: "Okay."

Zhuo Huan is responsible for the dispatch and commander-in-chief of all investigations. Whether it is the inspection of the wreckage of the plane or the background investigation of the pilot, he has been involved.

In fact, as far as the American Airlines 4012 air crash is investigated, everyone is already aware that there is a 90% chance of this air crash, and it is due to man-made causes.

No matter how the aircraft malfunctions, it is difficult to cause an aircraft to rush into the ocean at maximum speed.

But without a black box, no one dared to confirm the real cause of the accident.

Fucheng and Lina were responsible for investigating the background of the two pilots, but when Fucheng looked for Lina, they found that she was not investigating the headquarters. He called Lina in surprise and told her Zhuo Huan's arrangements.

Lina apologized: "I'm sorry, Fu, today I trouble you to investigate the pilot's background. I will help you tomorrow. I have something to deal with, but you can rest assured, I should find someone, and I will definitely be able to return to the investigation tomorrow. Headquarters."

Fucheng: "What is so urgent, do you need my help, Lina?"

"It's not a particularly important thing, just to find a little liar." On the phone, Lina chuckled lightly. "Although Boston is very big and the city has more than 600,000 people, it is still very difficult for me to find someone. Easy. I am Lina after all."

Fucheng always felt that Lina was in a good mood, and she was too busy to go back to the investigation headquarters, but she... seemed very happy?

No longer thinking about it, Fucheng smiled and said: "Then I wish you find that person sooner."

"OK, thanks."

Without Lina, Fucheng could only contact Captain Kyle's family by himself.

When leaving the investigation headquarters, Fucheng glanced at it and saw a man discussing something with the old Joseph and several NTBS investigators around the damaged cockpit of the plane.

Seeing Fucheng coming downstairs, Zhuo Huan came over, he was about to speak, and he remembered first: "Oh, something is going on with Lina."

Fucheng: "...?"

Oh, it seems to be related to you.

Zhuo Huan: "Investigate more about Kyle."

Fucheng recovered and nodded: "Okay."

It seemed that Zhuo Huan paid more attention to the captain's affairs.

The two did not speak any more, Fucheng was busy going out, and Zhuo Huan returned to the wreckage of the cockpit of the plane. After he came back, Old Joseph said: "The telex system used by Airbus A390 is one of the most advanced computer systems at present. So far we have checked its sensor group and steering gear and found no problems. What's left is... …"

Zhuo Huan nodded: "Well, continue to check." When the voice fell, he raised his head and his eyes suddenly stopped.

Seeing outside the door of the investigation headquarters, before walking to the side of the car parked on the side of the road, Fucheng stopped abruptly, showing a look of surprise. A white old man with gray hair wearing a down jacket was also taken aback when he saw him, then opened his hands and greeted him with a smile. After a brief surprise, Fucheng also stepped forward and hugged the old white man.

It was a typical American old man with a little red face and a big nose. He said a few words, and while listening attentively, Fucheng took his hand and led him into a small coffee shop on the side of the road.

Suddenly he didn't know what Fucheng said, the old man's eyes were red, and tears suddenly came down.

Fucheng was silent for a moment, and the huge negative emotions instantly swallowed this handsome and beautiful young man. The picture instantly went cold, his face was cold, his eyebrows were reddish, and his lips were tightly pressed. However, the moment the old man looked up at him, everything turned dark, he smiled softly and shook his head, his eyes were gentle and tolerant.

Zhuo Huan opened his lips slightly and watched the scene not far away.

Fucheng squatted, looking up at the tearful old man, picked up a tissue, and helped him wipe his tears.

……Who is that?

Zhuo Huan subconsciously took a half step forward.

In the coffee shop.

The old man took the tissue and wiped away the tears. He smiled reluctantly: "Evan, I heard that the plane that fell into Boston Bay half a year ago was found, and the NTSB is investigating. But I didn't expect that your kid would come, and I will be here. I met you. I'm sorry, I just remembered that. Don't worry, I'm fine, it's been more than four years."

Fucheng: "Uncle Vince, I was surprised to see you. I never told you that after returning home from Boston last time, I didn't continue to work in the airlines. I was transferred to an air crash investigation organization."

"Air crash investigation organization?" the old man exclaimed, "because of Roger 318, you would join such an organization."

"It has nothing to do with Roger 318."

Vince Presley smiled, because of the cry just now, his voice was a bit hoarse: "It's nice to see you. After Amy is away, if you hadn't been here for me, I would have long been unable to hold it. NS."

The author has something to say:

Lina: For the good, Reid, Fucheng really has a crush on you, I promise.

Zhuo Anxi: Ha ha.

Fu Chengcheng: Ha ha ha ha. [Let you not give me cigarettes! 】