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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Forty"

weight="139626"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Rogge 318 is not the only case of an unproductive air crash.

In 2014, Malaysia Airlines 370 mysteriously disappeared in the Indian Ocean. Four years later, the complete wreckage of the aircraft was still not recovered. But even if no useful aircraft wreckage was recovered at all, the investigation team conducted a four-year investigation and published two investigation papers.

One is an interim survey report released in 2015, which is 584 pages long.

One is the final investigation report released in 2018, which is 822 pages long.

After Rogge 318 announced the suspension of the investigation, Fucheng didn't think about why the investigation team did not publish any investigation report for three and a half years. And now, he finally knows.

"You kept pressing and didn't publish the investigation report?"

Zhuo Huan's nasal cavity made a slow-heating breath: "Yeah."

Fucheng was silent for a long time.

"why?"

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

Fucheng's voice was quiet: "Yes, why."

"Do you know what the results they want to publish?"

Fucheng looked up at him.

"Rogge 318 is different from Malaysia Airlines, or more like it is the Air France 447 accident: The most advanced aircraft at the moment has never experienced any air crash errors; it suddenly disappeared in the ocean without any signs; the aircraft is very new. , There has never been a special maintenance record." After a pause, Zhuo Huan looked down at Fucheng, "Before the Air France black box was picked up, everyone guessed various possible reasons. But what was the final result?"

Fucheng: "The two pilots made a mistake in cooperation and made a mistake in driving. This is the main reason."

The Air France 447 crash, the well-known "Bonan Tie" in the industry, has the same name as the "Richard Dive" mentioned before, and has also been passed on by word of mouth to amateurs as a joke.

The fuse is a small mechanical failure of the Pistois tube. It stands to reason that this is only a minor glitch, and other aircraft have also occurred, but because the experienced captain went to take a rest at the time, the two young deputy captains were in charge of flying the plane. The two suddenly panicked, thinking that the plane suddenly stalled and made a wrong operation, making the plane really start to descend quickly.

Under such circumstances, the deputy captain Bonan began to pull the rod frantically.

The pull rod is to pull the nose of the aircraft upwards in a pitching attitude.

But at this moment, for a stalled aircraft, what it needs is not pitching upwards, but diving downwards. Only by letting the aircraft nose down, according to the principles of aerodynamics, can the aircraft gain thrust and fly again.

The panicked two people, one yelled "putting", and the other pulled the rod vigorously.

The experienced captain quickly ran to the cockpit, trying to save the plane. But even he didn't know what happened. Why can't a plane without malfunction take off no matter how to put the stick? Until the last moment, the deputy captain Bonan shouted: "I have been pulling the bar, why can't I fly!"

At this time, the captain and the other pilot realized that their colleague was in a panic and had done something stupid!

It's like driving a car, you want to turn right, but crazy to turn the steering wheel to the left.

This is a mistake not even made by a flight school student, but a real airline pilot makes a mistake.

Therefore, after salvaging the black box of the plane, the truth of the accident made no one believe it. All the previous speculations were overturned, like a joke, wasted. The reason is so simple that it is a bit ridiculous.

"Guessing is just guessing after all. No one knows what the truth is." In the cold wind, Zhuo Huan tilted his head slightly, and a slightly longer hair fell between his forehead. Those black eyes, which were always calm, faintly swept Fucheng, with a quiet voice: "Rogge 318, do you know what kind of investigation report the NTSB wants to publish?"

Fucheng: "What?"

Zhuo Huan: "The first possibility is that the captain commits suicide; the second possibility is that the aircraft ran out of fuel and fell into the sea..."

"If it were you, which do you think the media and the public would prefer to see?"

Fucheng was stunned, speechless.

The hand inserted in the youth's pocket was pulled out, and Zhuo Huan twisted the burnt cigarette butts on the cement wall and threw it into the trash can on the side. He turned around and left. Behind him, in the wind, a quick voice suddenly came out: "Is that why you didn't let the investigation report be published, Teacher Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan stopped, turned his head, and looked at Fucheng with a look of mental retardation——

I'm all talking about this when I step on a horse. Do you still have to ask?

Suddenly began to doubt the IQ of his subordinates, Zhuo Huan sneered, and was about to say something despising and mocking, he shivered when the cold wind blew in the winter night. In order to maintain his demeanor, he quickly closed his trembling teeth and moved away again.

But just when he was about to take a step.

"Zhuo Huan." Fucheng said loudly.

The man slowly turned around.

Wearing a white down jacket, separated by a wall, is the endless stream of Boston seaside streets. Fucheng put his hands in his pockets, fixed his eyes on Zhuo Huan, and said in a serious, solemn, and calm voice, "Then salvage Roger 318's black box at his own expense..."

"What's the reason?"

The air suffocated for a moment.

The wind blowing on the sea suddenly stagnated, and the sound of waves hitting the beach not far away was as quiet and secret as a curtain of water.

a long time.

Zhuo Huan: "Fuck, Lina even said this?"

Investigation headquarters, UAAG office.

Lina was concentrating on writing the manuscript for the press conference, and the table was knocked hard. She raised her head and smiled: "Reid? Well, you don't look good. Why, are you still angry?"

Zhuo Huan snorted coldly: "You told them that I was fishing for the black box?"

Lina was taken aback: "No." She thought for a while, and saw Fucheng following Zhuo Huan's back, coming down the stairs on the rooftop. She immediately understood what happened, and smiled slightly: "I am a person who respects my friends. It makes me sad, Reid, you don't believe in my character. Obviously, this is not what I said. But It’s no secret, Reid, you spend so much money on the black box, don’t you think how many people in the industry don’t know?"

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Lina said sincerely: "It's not a bad thing, although you are already impoverished. But it also shows a problem, Reid, our colleagues care about you. Are you unhappy?"

Zhuo Huan: "..."

After Zhuo Huan left with a sneer, Fucheng came to Lina's table: "Why is Teacher Zhuo so angry about this?"

Fucheng was quite puzzled. When he pointed out this matter, Zhuo Huan was obviously very angry, even more angry than arguing with Lowens.

Lina spread his hands: "I don't understand, maybe it's a man's weird self-esteem? Or, I don't want to be known for good deeds and become angry after being exposed? Fu, I think I'm the same man, you shouldn't ask me this question. How do I understand you men, after all, your men are always so unreasonable."

Fucheng: "...Lina, although I am not sexist, I always feel that you have said something wrong."

Lina smiled and said, "Do you think Reid is a reasonable person?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "I think you are right."

After Zhuo Huan came back, he drank coffee in the pantry by himself, bowing his head not knowing what he was thinking.

After waiting for ten minutes, everyone at UAAG finally saw him move.

"Go away, report to the sir, the target has taken action." Su Fei has been observing for a long time and is very excited.

Old Joseph is writing an investigation report, only Lina and Fucheng are in the mood to talk to Su Fei.

Lina pretended to be very interested: "What do you think Reid will do?"

Fucheng thought for a moment: "Looking for Lowens?"

Su Fei: "No, didn't RIP just quarreled with Lowens... Uh..." Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Huan walked into Lowens' office arrogantly without knocking on the door.

Lowens' office.

When he saw Uncle Zhuo, Lowens' scalp numb and stood up. "Patrick, I was wrong. You can write whatever you want? It was not me who wrote the investigation report, it was Joseph. Don't be angry, you know, I didn't mean that. I also know the cause of the accident. I can’t qualitatively, I don’t really blindly think it’s the pilot’s fault.”

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Shiyou** is indeed a pilot error."

Lowens: "..."

"Shit! What do you want? You are the one who said that you can't push all of them to the pilot, and you who said that the pilot made a mistake!"

Zhuo Huan: "Shouldn't the NTSB show an attitude?"

Lowens: "What?"

With his fingers tapping on the table rhythmically, Zhuo Huan didn't change his face: "Continue looking for the black box."

Lowens: "..." He couldn't bear it: "What the hell are you trying to say! Haven't we already decided that the black box floated away with the ocean currents, it floated away! Do you really think you can get a needle in a haystack? This is harder than finding a Roger 318! A Roger 318 is at least an airplane, but this is a black box, a black box the size of a computer case, do you really want me to find a needle in a haystack?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes, his eyes calm.

Somehow, seeing his eyes, Lowens' irritable mood finally calmed down. He sat back in his chair and said, "Sorry, I'm a little excited. My friend, if you have any good suggestions, you might as well talk about it. But I have to tell you in advance that the American Airlines 4012 investigation report must be released, the whole world They are all waiting for this answer. It is not a Roger 318, and its wreckage has been recovered, and this is not a Mai Fei plane." After silence, he still said the sentence: "You are no longer Mai. Fei’s chief designer, NTSB will no longer give you such a big face. If you say you don’t publish a report, you won’t publish it.”

As if he hadn't heard Lowens' last words, Zhuo Huan said calmly: "I didn't say that the investigation report could not be released."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"NTSB, you shouldn't just give up looking for black boxes. You should at least show an attitude. This is my request, and it cannot be changed."

The next day, at night.

The TV audience in the United States is extremely large. In the 1920s and 1930s, televisions entered thousands of households, and almost every American grew up in front of them. So even now, when the Internet is so developed, the ratings of TV programs in the United States are still very gratifying.

When it was time for CNN and Fox News, many people were enjoying dinner while watching the news.

Suddenly, the cold-looking and unsmiling male host got a new manuscript. He glanced at it casually, then looked up and began to announce: "Interrupt a piece of news. According to NTBS, the news report of American Airlines 4012 will be held in Boston next month. Convened, the cause of the accident has been investigated, and the final summary stage is entered. At the same time, the NTSB and American Airlines will release a reward. If you have news about the American Airlines 4012 black box, you can contact the NTSB. The bounty is up to 500,000 US dollars. The following is the black box. General introduction..."

At the same time, the Canadian news program also published the same news report.

Boston, investigative headquarters.

Lina watched the news broadcast on CNN, and said in surprise: "A reward, Reid, why did you suddenly have this idea." She turned her head and looked at Zhuo Huan to the side.

Two days later, Uncle Zhuo is still in a bad mood and doesn't want to care about people.

Fucheng thought for a while: "The location of the American Airlines 4102 crash is actually quite special. It crashed in the Atlantic Ocean near Boston Bay, and this area is actually very close to the Newfoundland fishing grounds."

Upon hearing this, Su Fei immediately became interested: "Cod?"

Lina: "And Boston Lobster."

As one of the four largest fisheries in the world, the Newfoundland fishery is rich in cod and lobster.

Fucheng: "Yes. If it crashes in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean like Air France, it is really impossible to find it. Like Roger 318, it crashes in inaccessible waters, and it is difficult to find its whereabouts. But American Airlines 4012, it crashed near the sea area. , There is one of the most prosperous fishing grounds in the world. Although the Newfoundland fishing grounds have gradually declined since the 1990s, there are still many fishing boats here. The black box drifts with the ocean currents, and the Newfoundland fishing grounds are also the ocean currents. Wherever you gather, maybe you can find it?"

Su Fei: "Maybe you can't find it. It's still looking for a needle in a haystack."

Fucheng: "If you don't try, how can you know that you can't succeed. At least NTSB and American Airlines did this. They didn't just give up and come to a conclusion. Teacher Zhuo is really good."

Everyone turned their heads to look at a certain man.

Su Fei: "RIP, praise you, don't you have any reaction."

Zhuo Huan looked down at the laptop screen, tapping his fingers on the keyboard without raising his head: "Do you need to react to nonsense?"

Everyone was taken aback: nonsense?

The next moment, they reacted.

Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo is very good.

Zhuo Huan: Nonsense.

Everyone: "..."

You Uncle Zhuo are still your Uncle Zhuo.

All the investigation work is now completely over.

Although NTSB and American Airlines jointly issued a reward, everyone knows that this is a hopeless reward. Even if there are fishing boats fishing nearby, the possibility of them getting the American Airlines black box is slim. As Zhuo Huan said: At least you have to show an attitude.

You shouldn't give up any hope and end it hastily.

The members of UAAG didn't know what Zhuo Huan said to Lowens. Even Zhuo Huan didn’t know that Lovins stayed up all night, sat in the office and smoked an ashtray, bloodshot and sent a 32-page application to the NTSB headquarters. Things.

On the last page of the application, he wrote this way

"Air crashes are inevitable.

On September 17, 1908, a stress crack occurred in the propeller, and US Army Lieutenant Thomas Selfridge crashed and died, becoming the first air crash victim in history.

On June 30, 1956, United Airlines 718 and TWA 2 collided in the air, and the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) was established.

...

Air crashes have never been avoided, but the fatality rate of aircraft accidents has increased from 12% in 1960 to 0.16% in 2012. The number of aircraft flying in the air each year has increased exponentially, while the accident rate has also decreased exponentially.

From 1903, the Wright brothers spread their wings in the sky. One hundred and seventeen years have passed since then.

From the moment human beings want to leave the earth and embrace the blue sky, they are destined to compete with God for that mysterious realm.

The pilot is a human, and the investigator is also a human.

When the black box is not found, we all know that the possibility of non-human failure is less than 1%. But Mr. Reid·Ivrin·Patrick said: “In accidents, there is only a possibility of 1 and 0.”

When it is really a pilot error, it is 1.

If it is not a pilot error, it is 0.

There has never been that 1% possibility in the world.

On this premise, the end of this investigation, with only an investigation report as the end of the incident, is that really the original intention of the FAA, and is it the ending that the NTSB wants to see. In this regard, I feel deeply skeptical and confused.

Before the truth comes, don't make any judgments arbitrarily, let alone believe it and be arrogant.

The dead can't speak, they won't justify themselves.

Even if there is only the slightest possibility, we should not give up after all.

This is the original intention of the NTSB, and it is also the true outcome we want to achieve every time we investigate an air crash. Every accident is pushing us into that field; every sacrifice is great and not meaningless.

How can we bury these great sacrifices.

The family members of the 298 victims held a memorial service for the victims on the beach of Boston Bay on December 24. In the cold wind, I saw my daughter who had lost her parents, shaking hands and putting the bouquet in front of the candlelight; I also saw the elderly parents, looking at the daughter’s frozen smile in the photo, and weeping in each other's arms.

They sacrificed, and we must find the truth for them after all.

After the publication of this application investigation report, the NTSB continued to salvage the American Airlines 4012 black box, or offered a public reward for it.

Buried under the dark and cold ocean currents are 298 souls who have never rested in desperate need to see the truth.

Rest in peace. 』

Throughout the night, the lights in Lowens' office did not go out, and there was a crisp knock on the keyboard.

On the other side, in UAAG's office, the gray-haired old Joseph was wearing glasses, looking at the blinking cursor on the computer screen, and has written this investigation report into the cause of the accident.

As an extremely good and experienced Air Force pilot, he was engaged in the investigation of aircraft accidents for 17 years and wrote an accident investigation report. It was easy for the elder Joseph. Even if Zhuo Huan made an extremely demanding request: he was asked to write the cause of each accident in the same length, and his typing speed did not slow down.

However, at five o'clock in the morning, the east was bright, and there was a bright dim light reflecting slowly from the sea, and when it was transpiring, the old Joseph stopped his typing hand.

A qualified aircraft accident investigation report includes four aspects.

All the records of the crash.

Analysis of the air crash.

Report on the cause of the investigation.

Security recommendations.

To investigate an air crash, in addition to giving the deceased the truth, it is also necessary to draw lessons and conclusions from it.

Old Joseph put his hand on the keyboard several times, but he never typed a word

He wrote to the end of this investigation report, and only safety recommendations were left.

Tired eyes stared at the computer screen, bloodshot exploding from the eyeball. There was a faint blue-black layer at the moment, and he was extremely tired, but more tired than his body was the soul that was like a trailer, heavy and unable to breathe.

The investigative headquarters at five o'clock in the morning was silent.

Old Joseph came to the window and opened it. The icy sea breeze came on, cutting like a knife, piercing into the bottom of my heart. At the moment when the overworked eyes touched the wind, tears overflowed. In February, Boston was still so cold, just like Washington seventeen years ago. It was January and there was a blizzard. When the plane rushed to the ground, huge explosions and roars sounded together, and countless cold winds. Through every corner of the torn cockpit, it rolled madly.

He was suffocated with cold.

The blood all over his body seemed to have condensed at that moment.

The body has lost a little temperature, crying, and screaming. Then in the night when the ambulance and the fire engine were running in a panic, he seemed to have heard someone in the ruins exhausted all their energy and said a word before dying.

"sorry. 』

It seems to be an illusion, and it seems to be as clear as in the ear.

Until two days later, when he woke up in the ward, Lowens, who was just a young investigator, stood in front of him and told him that Michael Harrison died on the spot.

Memories were like a tsunami, rushing toward his face. For a time, Old Joseph suddenly couldn't tell what had happened and what he had imagined after being tortured for seventeen years.

He closed his eyes, and the cold wind blew into his collar and sleeves, making his whole body chill.

Seventeen years ago, Lowens asked him a question in the hospital, and his answer at the time was that he didn't know.

Perhaps now, he can finally give that answer.

Taking out his cell phone, Old Joseph found Lovins' name and sent him a message.

[I think it's because of fear. 】

At the next moment, Lowens actually replied: [Still investigating the headquarters? 】

Old Joseph was a little surprised: [Yes, are you here too? 】

The door of the office was knocked suddenly, and after pushing it open, Lowens smiled: "A drink?"

From the corner of the pantry, the two found a few cans of beer that they didn't know who had hidden them.

Old Joseph: "I never drink anything like this."

Lowens: "My old friend, how can you be careful at this time, it would be nice to find it!"

The two drank for a while.

Old Joseph: "If I didn't perceive something vaguely, I don't think I would have changed so much in the next seventeen years. You probably don't know. We just arrived in Boston three months ago. See you with some American pilots. To me, I still look very scared. Hey, you said I was so scared before, it's been more than ten years, is he still scared?"

Lowens: "What kind of you are, don't you know yourself, just ask me."

Old Joseph grumbled and took a drink.

Lovins patted him on the shoulder: "Don't take it to your heart. When the NTSB wrote its investigation report 17 years ago, it included communication problems with the crew as one of the causes of the accident, and it also made suggestions to American Airlines. But that was not the main reason. The accident was caused by many factors, such as the weather, the pilot’s driving skills, the loosening of the landing gear, the communication with the crew... Even if he really asked you for help, please come and land, my old brother, you are sure you just Can nothing happen?"

"There are no two words of failure in my dictionary!"

"For the indomitable, there is no such thing as failure?"

Old Joseph: "..."

Lowens joked, "The life motto of Bismarck, the iron-blooded prime minister, still suits you so well, Joseph."

The two drank wine for a while.

Under the rising sun, two no longer young men leaned on their shoulders, drinking while looking at the morning sun. The bright but not glaring sunlight shone on these two silent faces, perhaps because the sunlight was too warm, the old Joseph gradually wept. He raised the beer bottle and faced the sun: "I'm sorry."

Lowens glanced at him, and also raised the bottle: "Respect for a better tomorrow."

Seventeen years ago, the young Harder Joseph did not understand why a strange pilot did not ask himself for help. He has never treated each other harshly, and has never disputed. They are not familiar at all.

Now, he is more than half a hundred years old, looking back on his life.

The truth is not known for a long time. No one knows why Michael Harrison made such a decision seventeen years ago.

However, the only thing he knew was

It is sunlight that illuminates the world, it is warmth, it is understanding and gentleness that is more dazzling than the sun.

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: He praised me for being awesome. Who doesn't know?

Fu Chengcheng: ...I won't say it again!