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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Forty-Three"

weight="139649"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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"Coriolis hallucination, the lymph fluid in the semicircular canals of the human ear reaches equilibrium after a long-term acceleration state, which makes the human brain produce the illusion of'not accelerated'. At this time, once it is affected by external forces and changes the lymph fluid state, It may cause Coriolis hallucinations." Zhuo Huan said, "Because of avoiding the cyclone, the two pilots chose to descend. At this time, they were in a process of accelerating descent. The sudden strong crosswind caused them to be violently impacted. , The body shakes..."

He looked at all investigators: "As a result, Coriolis hallucinations occurred."

The elder Joseph continued: "The evidence is obvious. First, from the flight data chart, the driving process of the American Airlines 4012 is fully in line with the conditions for the production of the Coriolis hallucination. Second, the deputy captain Tim said in the recording. , He felt dizzy. This is also one of the manifestations of Coriolis hallucinations. In addition..." Old Joseph looked at Su Fei, Su Fei immediately understood, adjusted the final flight data of the plane and projected it on the big screen. superior.

Old Joseph: "This aircraft almost rushed into the sea with maximum acceleration. The most direct manifestation of Coriolis illusion-the pilot will feel that he is turning or accelerating on a completely different axis. In order to change this state, They will fly the plane by mistake, causing the plane to accelerate faster."

Old Joseph looked at the last paragraph on the screen quietly.

After a long time, he continued: "Kyle Shulman is indeed an extremely good pilot. After he had fallen into the Coriolis hallucinations, he realized that he was not in the right state in just one minute. After realizing the problem, he He was able to make the right choice fascinatingly and try to save the plane. Unfortunately, only a few seconds are left."

"It's a pity. If the plane was not 9,000 feet high at the time, it wasn't just a short 3,000 meters. As long as it was another 2,000 meters high, even 1,000 meters, he would have a chance to rescue this aircraft, and save these 298 people... …"

"Including himself."

The black box has been found, and there is no doubt that the truth is in front of everyone, and the investigation report has to be rewritten.

Zhuo Huan still gave this task to the old Joseph.

Others helped Old Joseph gather information.

Outside, the media and the public are enthusiastic about the truth about American Airlines 4012, and they are eager to know the answer. Fucheng was responsible for helping the old Joseph collect data on marine meteorology. After he sent the data by mail, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The NTBS investigation headquarters is still brightly lit.

Old Joseph sat in front of the computer, the light of the screen reflected in his eyes, and he tapped quickly and meticulously. Fucheng came in with a cup of coffee. Old Joseph raised his head and said with a smile: "I thought it would be Lina. Fu, why come to me suddenly when I have time. Oh, by the way, I have received the marine meteorological data you collected, which is very comprehensive. thanks."

Fucheng put the coffee on the table, and he glanced at the computer screen. "This is equivalent to writing from the beginning."

Old Joseph: "It doesn't count, some things were not wrong in the previous investigation."

Fucheng took a sip of coffee and thought: "At an altitude of 9,000 feet, I suddenly encountered a strong crosswind of up to 60 knots. If this plane is not an Airbus A390, it is very likely that such a terrifying crosswind will directly cause it to fall into the sea. After finally getting through the initial crisis temporarily, their height was only 7,000 feet. By this time, they had fallen into a Coriolis hallucination."

After a pause, Fucheng looked at Old Joseph: "7000 feet, 200 knots of airspeed, I fell into a Coriolis hallucination. Old Joseph, can you save this plane."

It's not just for the two pilots, nor is it purely curious. Fucheng asked this sentence only because as a pilot, he deeply rooted in his heart for the pilot's flight technology and flight ability, and has a different general pursuit.

Old Joseph shook his head. He was holding a coffee cup and lay down on the swivel chair: "I can't do it. Even seventeen years ago, in my golden age, I couldn't do it. Vol, my level and Kay You are only here. What he could not do, I know, I must not be able to do it either."

Fucheng's voice was calm: "But as I saw just now, what you wrote in the cause of the accident is that the pilots still have a chance to save the plane, and they haven't made the most correct choice."

Old Joseph did not answer immediately. He looked at Fucheng and slowly laughed: "Fu, what do you think we are investigating in an air crash."

Fucheng was silent: "Find out the truth and make suggestions to pave the way for latecomers and never repeat the same mistakes."

"You are right!" Old Joseph said, "So I can answer your question again. 7000 feet, 200 knots airspeed, Coriolis hallucinations-these three almost death-like conditions appear at the same time, I can't save this plane, nor can Kyle. But is it really a dead end?"

"No! If the pilot can immediately realize that he has fallen into the Coriolis hallucination within the five-minute countdown, and begin to overcome it. Then he has five minutes, five full minutes, to save the plane. Five minutes is enough. He raised the nose of a plane that was accelerating and crashed into the sea and flew to the sky again! But they failed."

Old Joseph put the coffee cup on the table, his voice calm: "Yes, you can't be exacting. First of all, the person who flew the plane at the beginning was the deputy captain Tim. His flying skills were not so exquisite, and he was impossible. Meet the requirements I said. It will take a while to transfer the driving right to the captain. After that, the captain must not make any mistakes for a second, and at the same time impose almost harsh driving requirements on him. This is too demanding. He has to be perfect before he can have a chance. How could this be possible."

"However, this does not mean that we completely forgave the pilot's responsibility in this accident."

"The pilot's negligence was one of the reasons that caused the American Airlines 4012 to crash into the sea. There is no doubt about this."

"Write down the cause of the accident and make recommendations afterwards. I hope that other pilots around the world can pay more attention to the Coriolis hallucinations during training. If anyone can encounter similar accidents in the future, they will immediately think of American Airlines. In the tragedy of 4012, we can know what we should do and successfully save the plane. This is the true meaning of our investigation into this accident."

Under the flickering incandescent lamp, Fucheng looked at Old Joseph. After a long while, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Old Joseph: "I joined the NTSB in 2003, and 18 years have passed since then. Many air crash investigators were transferred from pilots. I was also a pilot before. After becoming an air crash investigator, I gradually understood a truth. Vol. Do you know what it is?"

Fucheng: "What?"

Old Joseph nodded his forehead with a finger: "No one is perfect, even if you are an excellent pilot, you are likely to make mistakes. The task of a pilot is to improve his driving skills and make his flying ability more outstanding. In addition to the investigation and improvement of all non-human factors, what the air crash investigator did was to set up numerous checkpoints to give out all unimaginable and unimaginable disasters and coincidences, so that the excellent pilots cursed us while learning to adapt to them. A copy of the hell-level flight and submit an excellent answer sheet."

"This is the meaning of the existence of air crash investigators."

Fucheng left the old Joseph's office with a coffee cup.

He had just walked halfway, and suddenly saw a man lying on the sofa at the end of the corridor, covering his face hastily with his jacket. It was just a two-seater sofa, about one meter and five long. A man with a full length of 1.5 meters is lying on it, so he must not be able to lie down completely.

Zhuo Huan stepped on the ground with one foot bent, and the other foot was in the air. The left hand casually rested on the edge of the sofa, and the pale and thin wrists dropped naturally to outline the high raised joints. The coat blocked all his expressions, he should be asleep, his chest undulating slightly.

This corridor is the only way to go back to the office in Fucheng. He stood there for a while, and walked over calmly.

Just as he was about to turn around this corridor, his trousers were gently pulled.

Fucheng turned around and lowered his head.

"Teacher Zhuo, haven't you slept."

I saw that the hand that was originally compliant with gravity, naturally drooping, grabbed Fucheng's pants at this moment, preventing him from leaving.

After a while, the other hand opened the coat covering his face, revealing a cold and indifferent face. There was no trace of sleepiness on Zhuo Huan's face. He curled the corners of his lips meaningfully, and his slender eyebrows were full of unpleasant colors.

Zhuo Huan: "How is your math."

Fucheng: "..."

"not bad."

"Oh, then you will settle the account."

A word that a certain man coldly threw in his ear a week ago at Boston Logan Airport suddenly appeared in his mind. Fucheng's voice was gentle: "Teacher Zhuo, I am not an accounting major, and I am not very good at finalizing accounts."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Is that so. But you seem to be very shameless."

Fucheng said in amazement: "Is there any? I don't seem to owe anyone any money." After a pause, he looked at his pants, "Are you still okay."

Can you let go?

Zhuo Huan just didn't let go. He sat upright on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking up at Fucheng with a smile and a smile: "Your trouser chain is open."

Fucheng remained unmoved: "I am not a primary school student."

The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and his whole person froze in place.

I saw Zhuo Huan holding his trousers with one hand, and with the other hand reaching out to Fucheng's trousers chain at a very fast speed, then he tore it and opened it decisively. Everything happened so fast that Fucheng couldn't dodge it.

With a successful smile on his face, Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Hey."

It's open now.

Fucheng shook off the man's hand forcefully, and pulled up his trousers chain blankly.

Fucheng said coldly: "It seems that I am not a primary school student, you are." After speaking, he turned around and left.

"Hey, Fucheng."

A man's inattentive voice came from behind, but Fucheng didn't want to look back at this person at all.

Zhuo Huan leaned back on the back of the sofa, tilted his head slightly, and his long hair fell aside due to gravity.

Zhuo Huan said loudly: "Why are you so interested in Roger 318."

The footsteps stopped for a moment, Fucheng did not answer, and continued to walk forward. Soon, his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Zhuo Huan watched him leave step by step, then covered his face with his hands, laughter overflowing from his fingers.

Three days later, the NTSB held another press conference to announce the results of American Airlines 4012's investigation.

The black box appeared, and the truth finally reappeared from the depths of the endless sea, breaking through layers of sea water.

In this press conference, in addition to media reporters, many families of the victims also arrived at the scene. They also want to know the truth and want to let their departed relatives sleep in the ground for a long time.

This time, there has not been the same kind of verbal chatter at the press conference last month. The truth of the accident is no longer controversial, the main reason is the special ocean weather, bad weather makes the aircraft encounter unimaginable difficulties. The secondary reason was the pilot’s responsibility. The two pilots fell into a Coriolis hallucination and piloted the aircraft incorrectly.

Fucheng stood outside the door of the conference hall and did not go in to listen.

However, across a thin door panel, the cry of grief still penetrated his ears. The cry is always so painful, the distance between life and death is the extreme pain that no one can get out of, even after decades, even if the edges and corners have been smoothed by time, and the past laughter and laughter have been smoothed. Recalling that person, the world would only show a black and white smile.

The pain went deep into the bone marrow and was indelible.

As the press conference progressed, slowly, many relatives of the victims could not bear it and left first, crying bitterly.

Mrs. Harrison's eyes were red. She wiped the corners of her eyes and walked slowly out of the door of the conference hall.

"Mrs. Harrison."

She turned her head, looked at the young man in front of her, thought for a while, and remembered: "You are one of the investigators of this accident."

Fucheng stepped forward with a soft voice: "Yes, my name is Fucheng. We have seen it in Boston. Please be sorry."

"Thank you, I really..." Covered her face and wept for a while, Mrs. Harrison barely gave a pale smile, "Tim didn't do it, sorry, I'm really sorry."

Fucheng: "In that situation, he has worked very hard. I remember you told me when you were in Boston, Tim said this to you—"

"Father's fault, I won't make it again."

"he made it."

Mrs. Harrison looked at Fucheng in a daze, tears streaming from her eyes, she cried hoarsely, her lips trembled, and her heartache was so speechless.

Fucheng comforted her and personally sent her out of the gate.

The warm sunlight passed through the clouds and gently brushed the earth.

February is coming, and spring is almost here.

When Mrs. Harrison left, the corridors were filled with various bouquets. Some media reporters sent it, and some people from all walks of life sent it to comfort the 298 lonely dead souls under the cold water. Her eyes suddenly fell on a bunch of white lilies in the corner.

A small card is inserted between the bouquets. As long as you walk over, you can see what is written on the card.

Mrs. Harrison stood still for a long time, staring, but after all, she didn't take that step.

...

"Father's fault, I won't make it again.

He is a good pilot, mother, I always think so.

If you have seen high mountains, you are no longer satisfied with the grassland; if you have seen the sky, you are no longer satisfied with the earth.

My mother, I will fly into the sky and become your proudest eagle. 』

After the press conference, NTSB again held a grand summary reception in accordance with the usual practice.

This time the members of UAAG had no interest in this, but they did not leave immediately. After resting for a night and getting enough sleep, the next night, everyone boarded a car arranged by Lina and came to Dulles International Airport. Surprisingly, this time, after entering the airport, they did not go to the VIP lounge in the first class.

Under the leadership of the flight attendants, the five entered a red-carpeted corridor and passed through the international departure fairway building. At private security check, no other passengers showed up, or even simply passed through a corridor, and the machine installed on the wall automatically detected it. There is no need to go through a security inspection machine, and there is no need to check the objects on your body, and you pass the security inspection directly.

Several people in Fucheng noticed something wrong.

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow and looked at Lina meaningfully: "Special plane?"

Su Fei exclaimed: "Fuck, special plane?!"

Old Joseph was also very shocked: "Now UAAG is so extravagant that the special plane returns to China?"

Lina gave a mysterious smile. She hasn't answered yet. The five people have already walked out of the corridor and came to the apron.

In the dark, a huge Maifei FP475 stopped in the center. The boarding ladder was lowered long ago, and the three pilots and two stewardess waited for a long time. Seeing the members of UAAG arrive, they bend down slightly and welcome with a smile.

In this silent and dark night, this Maifei FP475 stands tall like a giant.

Su Fei still feels unrealistic: "I'm afraid it's not dreaming. NTSB and American Airlines are so generous, the special plane, or the special plane returning from the United States to China, spanning half the world! I take it, NTSB is really rich and rich. , The capitalists are simply vampires!"

Zhuo Huan: "NTSB is rich, but it's not foolish."

Su Fei did not react: "Oh?"

Everyone boarded the plane together.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and walked up first. Then came Lina.

Fucheng looked at Zhuo Huan's back, and then recalled what he had just said, suddenly a flash of light in his mind. After they boarded the plane, things developed as expected by Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan just walked into the cabin, and the old man sitting on the leather sofa looked up and saw him. He was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and shook his head: "It stands to reason, Reid, you should be a gentleman. Let the lady go first."

Zhuo Huan took a seat to the side and said lightly: "I just happened to be the first."

Soon, Lina also walked in. When she saw the old man sitting on the sofa, she smiled and greeted him with open arms.

The white-haired old man stood up with a smile, his serious expression swept away after seeing his daughter, and happily hugged him up: "Lina, how long have we not seen each other."

Lina smiled: "It's been half a year, Dad, since I followed Reid into UAAG, we haven't seen it again."

At this moment, the remaining people walked into the airport and happened to hear Lina's words.

Su Fei: "Fuck? Dad?!"

Yes, everyone did not expect to see Romain Comte, the current Patriarch of the Comte family, Lina's father, here.

Lina: "Actually, I didn't expect to see Dad in Washington. It was a coincidence. He just arrived in Washington yesterday and then went to Tokyo again today. So I thought, we can take his special plane back Shencheng."

At present, there are about 40,000 business jets in the world, but less than 5% of them belong to private names. Among them, there are very few that can carry out ultra-long voyages and transoceanic flights.

Most business jets only fly short distances, and there are only four companies in the world that can produce transoceanic business jets: Boeing, McFly, Airbus and Embraer.

This Maifei FP475 was specially made by Maifei Company for Lina's father, Mr. Roman.

The old Joseph admired the extremely luxurious decoration in the cabin, and even the sofa cushions were specially customized by Hermès. He said with emotion: "I heard that McFly Corp. only built eight of these aircraft. Three were bought by the Saudi royal family at a high price, one was at the President's, and one was given to the FAA. There are only three left. , I didn’t expect to see another one here."

Lina smiled and said, "One was given to Mai Fei's predecessor... Oh no, it's the former chief designer, and one belongs to my father. As for the last one..." Lina looked at Zhuo Huan with her eyes.

Everyone immediately understood.

Su Fei: "RIP, you still have this baby, why don't you take it out earlier!"

Zhuo Huan snorted softly: "I'm not here anymore."

Su Fei: "Huh?"

Lina kindly explained to him: “The one was sold by Reid in August last year and sold to the Saudi royal family. I have to say that the Saudi royal family is really rich.”

Mr. Roman also agrees with his daughter's point of view: "At that price, I'm honest, I've thought about selling this plane to them again. It's a pity that they don't seem to have any plans to buy a fourth one."

At this moment, everyone looked at Uncle Zhuo and once again realized what a rich Schrodinger is.

The luxurious private jet specially designed by McFly for VIPs is naturally different from ordinary private jets.

First of all, this aircraft can conduct ultra-long-distance transoceanic flights. Secondly, there are more than one independent bathing devices on the plane. Drinking bar, entertainment room, even movie screening room. Everything you can and can't think of is on this plane.

After getting on the plane and flying smoothly, everyone couldn't hold back and wanted to visit the plane.

Even Fucheng was very curious about this plane. Except that Zhuo Huan closed the door and lay in bed to make up for a nap, and Mr. Roman was unable to accompany him on official business, Lina took the other three people and started walking around the plane.

They started from the nose of the plane and went to the cockpit first.

If it is a normal airplane, of course passengers cannot go to the cockpit for a tour, and even the door cannot be opened. But this is Mr. Roman’s private jet. The deputy captain opened the cockpit door for them. The four did not enter, but stood outside the door, greeted the three pilots inside, and looked far away.

Then there is the massage room and the recreation room.

Su Fei was stunned.

"Do you think rich people are happy? No, you can't even imagine how happy they are!"

After visiting the recreation room, there are two separate washrooms. Su Fei and Old Joseph couldn't wait to visit the drinking bar, Fucheng said, "I'll go to the bathroom." Lina nodded, and took Su Fei to visit the drinking bar again.

Fucheng washed his hands and opened the door, his eyes stopped on the man.

"Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan didn't seem to expect to see Fucheng either. He seemed to have just woke up, and he didn't have any energy. There was a soft "um" sound, and then he was about to walk in. But just after taking a step, he turned his head back, his voice a little loose: "Your trouser chain is open."

Fucheng: "..."

Slowly, Fucheng raised his mouth: "Teacher Zhuo, Lina once said a word to me, I think she was quite right."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng smiled brightly: "I can beat you."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

His eyes met, and the next moment, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand. With a click, he pulled up Fucheng's opened trouser chain.

He smiled slowly, his voice hoarse and ambiguous: "Oh, but your trouser chain is really open."

Fucheng: "..."

For a long time, he smiled and said, "Oh, but I can really beat you."

After speaking, Fucheng turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly his wrist was pulled.He widened his eyes in surprise, and in the next second, Zhuo Huan pushed him into the bathroom.Mr. Roman happened to also come over, he did not see who entered the bathroom, and the door closed right in front of him.He was stunned and opened the door of another bathroom.

Zhuo Huan moved extremely fast. At the same time he pushed the person forward, he hooked his foot and closed the door again.

After the shock, Fucheng hurriedly scolded: "Zuo Huan!"

"It's good to settle the account..."

He took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket, and he pressed it lightly, and a cigarette popped out.After lighting the cigarette, Zhuo Huan stood at the door with his back against the door panel of the bathroom, blocking the way of Fucheng.

He raised his head with a faint expression: "Oh, you are planning not to admit it."

Volume Four The Whisperer