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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Thirty Nine"

weight="139625"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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From the time the debris of American Airlines 4012 was found from the sea in early December, two months have passed until late January.

Investigating an airplane accident is often done on a quarterly basis. The task will be completed in three months or six months. Slowly, one year, two years, or even three or four years will not be able to find the problem, and it will eventually become a pending case.

Although it has only been two months since UAAG took over the aircraft accident, the aircraft crashed in August last year. It has always been silent in the vast expanse of the ocean. The people can't wait for a long time, wondering what the truth is about this tragedy that killed more than 200 people.

NTSB investigators are under a lot of pressure, while UAAG members have habitually worked overtime under someone's pressure.

So for two months, day and night, they finally came to this point.

At 1:03 in the morning, Fucheng walked into the meeting room. Seeing him entering the house, Su Fei hurriedly waved to him. Fucheng walked over, pulled away the chair, and sat beside Su Fei.

After spending half an hour outside, Fucheng no longer smelled of smoke.

Su Fei: "Why did you come back so long?"

Fucheng: "Thinking about something." He didn't say much, "Everyone is here. Is the final meeting going to be held?"

Lina on the side smiled and said, "Well. In the case that the black box cannot be retrieved, this is the only way to end this accident investigation."

Fucheng nodded. His eyes stopped for a moment on the old Joseph beside Lina.

This afternoon, when Fucheng and Lina heard the name of the old Joseph from the American Airlines ground staff, Fucheng had already been mentally prepared, but Lina was unprepared, she was suddenly stunned and speechless. When the two got on the returning plane, Lina suddenly said to Fucheng: "The human heart is always the most complicated thing."

Fucheng looked at her.

"When I was still in school, I was not a psychology major, but I was very interested in psychology, so I minored in psychology. At Yale University, I took a course in the Department of Psychology, and the professor at the time... I remember his name is Steve. He is an old man who wears glasses and has not laughed for decades. Students are afraid of him, but he is an authority in the psychological world. That was the first class of his class, and he didn’t I turned on the computer and did not give a lecture, but wrote a line on the blackboard."

"If you are asked to describe the other half of your dreams, what do you think Ta will be like."

"For the whole class, he didn't say a word, he just sat on the podium and watched us write a paper and sent it all to his mailbox. No one knew what he meant, and since then, he hasn't mentioned it again. After this incident, we gradually forgot."

"Until two years later, he suddenly printed all of our papers and sent them to us." Recalling what happened in the university, Lina's depressed mood was slightly relieved, and she laughed: "Fuck, you Maybe I don’t know. After seeing that paper, I almost got amused. Two years ago I thought the man who suits me best and I can spend my life with must be a gentle person. He doesn’t have to be rich, but He must be kind deep in his heart. He is not good at expressing, he always looks at me silently and takes care of me. And two years later, I found that I no longer like this type of man. I like being younger, Playful boy."

Fucheng: "Lina, do you mean to say?"

"I want to say that no matter how brilliant and talented a psychologist is, he can't figure out the psychology of an ordinary person."

"It can even be said that he doesn't even know what he is thinking, what he wants to do, why he became like this, and how he saves himself."

"So Fucheng."

"Humans are the most complicated animals in the world."

Boston Investigation Headquarters.

In the conference room, Lina and Su Fei kept talking and laughing, as if she hadn't heard of the past of her friend from others today. She gave the old Joseph respect, just like Fucheng, he did not reveal a bit to the old Joseph.

All investigators gathered in the conference room.

But for a long time, Lowens opened the door first with a thick folder. Behind him was Zhuo Huan with a displeased expression in a white shirt.

Lowens pulled back the first row of chairs and sat down, while Zhuo Huan walked to the front of the conference table. He scanned the next circle of the stage, including his own members, and knocked on the table: "American Airlines 4012, start the final investigation report meeting. NTSB Senior Investigator Lowens, you are here to report the results of this investigation."

"Okay." Lowens stood up, opened the folder, and read.

After a long report of data and information, Lowens gave the concluding remarks: "At present, because no black box has been found, 100% of the mechanical failures cannot be eliminated in the American Airlines 4012 crash. However, it is recommended that when writing the investigation report, you can According to the probability percentage, the probability guess of the probability of mechanical failure is added at the end."

Zhuo Huan: "Yes."

Lowens: "Patrick, should we write the investigation report?"

Zhuo Huan: "The UAAG is responsible."

Lowens: "OK. Then we will determine the final cause of the accident in the investigation report. There is no doubt that we all know that the possibility of non-human causes is extremely low. I advocate reporting this accident. In the book, the emphasis is on the training of pilots and requires airlines to increase crew resource communication training."

Zhuo Huan: "Yes."

Lowens: "Then it's okay."

Zhuo Huan looked at his four team members, his eyes paused on Fucheng, and finally looked at Old Joseph: "This report, Old Joseph, you are responsible."

Old Joseph was taken aback.

"good."

Everyone discussed some details about the accident investigation, and half an hour later, the meeting ended.

Lovins sighed in relief as he packed the information, and smiled: "This is really a pleasant cooperation. Patrick, thank you for your help, and thank everyone at UAAG. It was beyond my expectation to be able to solve the problem so quickly. I think I can finally return to New York."

Zhuo Huan never bothered to talk about business exchanges. He didn't pay attention to Lowens at all, but kept his head down, sitting and turning his pen.

Lowens has long been accustomed to this guy's rudeness, and he shrugged: "Okay, I really hope that the world is peaceful and there is no air disaster. I don't want to work with you anymore."

With a click, Marlboro's signature pen fell on the table.

Zhuo Huan raised his head and said to Lowens: "In the investigation report, you can make possible probabilistic guesses about the cause of the accident, but I ask for the same length."

Lowens didn't react at once.

The members of UAAG also looked at Zhuo Huan in surprise.

Lowens: "What do you mean, Patrick?"

"Didn’t you understand? You can just write it in the investigation report. For example, the probability of mechanical failure is less than 5%. Of course, this shit probability is just what I said casually. You can say it is 1%, but no matter what How many are you talking about and cannot be verified. I allow all of these. But for every reason, I ask for the same number of words."

"Why?!" Lowens asked puzzledly.

Zhuo Huan stood up. Once he stood up, Lovins, who was originally looking down at him, instantly turned into a slight looking up.

Zhuo Huan: "American Airlines 3157."

Lowens: "Yes?" He didn't understand, what did this have to do with another American Airlines accident.

Fucheng was startled, he raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan picked up the pen on the table and inserted it into the folder. He said lightly: "I don't understand? American Airlines 3157 has not determined the final cause of the accident, but what do you think is the cause?"

Lowens' lips moved without answering. Of course he would not answer, because he was ridiculed by Zhuo Huan because of this accident a few days ago. The reason was that he jokingly said that the accident was a driving problem of the captain, and Zhuo Huan asked him, why he ignored the other reason "servo valve failure" written in the investigation report.

But who would correct this thing deliberately!

The whole world knows "Richard Dive", even in the eyes of laymen, this stalk is also very famous.

The word comes from American Airlines 3157.

Twenty-four years ago, the black box of American Airlines 3157 was also damaged. The cause of the accident cannot be 100% determined. So in the end, two possible causes of the accident were investigated: one was the personal error of the captain Richard, or even suicidal tendencies; the other was the failure of the servo valve.

The public are more inclined to the former view, and even take the word "Richard dive" as a joke, and make fun of it from time to time.

Lowens complained in his heart and said: "Of course I know that pilot errors and mechanical failures. Two possibilities."

Zhuo Huan: "I'm asking, what kind of possibility do you think it is."

Lowens widened his eyes: "You..." He sighed decadently, "Yes, you want to find a chance to taunt me again? Yes, I think it's the captain's problem. This is recognized by most people in the industry. The reason for this, don’t talk about me, if you just pull someone out, he will think it’s like this."

Zhuo Huan: "So after 20 years, when everyone talks about the American Airlines 4102 case, what words are they going to invent for the two pilots? Tim driving? Kyle sleepwalking?"

Lowens: "Can this be confused! The servo valve was really found to be faulty at 3157, but the black box was damaged, and I was afraid to determine the real cause. But this time, we will take the entire aircraft carefully. I checked it and there is no problem!"

"What's the difference? Did you fish all the plane?"

"you……!"

"Or did you get the black box?"

Lowens was about to collapse: "No, you can't say that..."

Zhuo Huan: "You didn't get the black box, and you didn't check all the parts of the airplane, and every part of the airplane was checked. Even if you collect all the fragments of the airplane lost in the Atlantic Ocean, you can't guarantee 100%. , Can detect every mechanical failure. In that case, why is it that it must be a pilot problem."

"You, you!" Lowens held his finger to Zhuo Huan for a long time, and Zhuo Huan chuckled, unmoved.

Lowens turned his head and said to the four UAAG members: "I can't communicate with him at all! How do you tolerate Patrick? The last thing I regret in my life is to know him and make friends with him! What he said Is this the same thing? We know very well what the situation of this accident is and how low the possible sex of mechanical failure is. I can even say that there is no possibility of mechanical failure at all! The reasons are the same in length, how are they the same, and how are they compiled?! Do you want us not to publish the results of this investigation or write the investigation report?"

Zhuo Huan let out a mocking sound from his nose, kicked the chair away, turned and left.

Lowens: "..."

"Unreasonable!"

Lina frowned slightly and was about to speak, but Fucheng grabbed her in front of her. The black-haired young man looked calm, neither humble nor overbearing: "I think what Teacher Zhuo said is not unreasonable."

Lowens: "Okay, let's not talk about it yet. Normally, the analysis of the cause of the accident requires about three thousand words. Maybe you can make up the reason for the old Joseph, and you can just talk about the possibility of mechanical failure. Three thousand words. But is it necessary? Anyway, it was not me who wrote the report. It was written by the old Joseph. I couldn’t understand Patrick’s way of handling it. He thought that everyone would think that this aircraft might be due to a mechanical failure. Crash? Everyone knows that there is no malfunction of the plane, it is man-made!"

Fucheng: "Then do you approve of Richard's dive?"

Lowens was dumbfounded.

Fucheng looked at him steadily: "Teacher Zhuo just doesn't want to see a second Richard dive. The cause of the accident is the same number of words, this is really not a solution. It's just that Teacher Zhuo can't think of a good way so far. This idea came out. He didn't want a second Richard to appear. No, many years later, countless people poured dirty water on a dead person indiscriminately."

Lowens defended himself: "But we are different this time. Our plane has no mechanical failures. Unlike Richard's dive, this time almost 99% of it is caused by humans."

"What about that 1%?"

Lowens opened his mouth.

"The deceased can't speak. As long as there is a chance, don't let the deceased be underground and bear infamy." Fucheng gave him a deep look: "This is what Zhuo Huan really wants to say."

Frozen in place, Lowens was speechless.

Fucheng looked at Old Joseph and the others: "I'm going to see Teacher Zhuo."

Su Fei was stunned: "Eh..."

Before he could say anything, Fucheng left the meeting room and disappeared outside the door.

Su Fei scratched his head: "I thought, Lina, at this time, it stands to reason that you should go to RIP, so that he can stop making his temper."

Lina looked at Fucheng's back and smiled thoughtfully: "Well, I originally thought that the person going out at this time should be me." After a pause, she turned her head to look at the old Joseph. "Reid didn't find a good way, but I think he gave you this report, old Joseph, you are the most suitable person, and you can do the best."

Old Joseph's eyes flickered, and he didn't answer for a long time. However, Lina and Su Fei looked at him expectantly, and Su Fei gave him a cheering gesture.

Suddenly, don't know why, a trace of sullen air that has been deposited in heart for more than ten years disappears.

Old Joseph laughed: "Of course, how can I say, I am the most experienced investigator in UAAG. Don't forget, you are all half-way monks, and I am the only one who has 17 years of experience in investigating aircraft accidents."

After looking for a while in the investigation headquarters, Zhuo Huan was not found.

Fucheng thought for a while and came to the rooftop.

The cold wind at three o'clock in the morning was like a knife, making the face hurt. Fucheng saw the man smoking against the railing at a glance.

——I’m no longer satisfied with smoking on the balcony and getting cold, and went straight to the roof to suffer.

Fucheng was silent and walked up.

"Come out without wearing a coat, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Zhuo Huan turned his head to see Fucheng and sneered. He was obviously in a very bad mood. No matter who he was, he would have to be stunned by Uncle Zhuo's bad temper.

Some people can't stand someone wearing only a shirt, watching the gale of Boston's cold winter on the rooftop, and Fucheng took off his jacket. But as soon as he took off a bit, he stopped moving, and put it back on his face blankly.

Uncle Zhuo who saw his actions from beginning to end: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "If I read it right, you just wanted to take off your coat and put it on for me."

Fucheng: "I'm cold."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Fucheng: "If you are a woman, I can take it off for you." Very serious.

Zhuo Huan: "...Fuck." He was angry with a smile, and in the cold wind, he laughed nicely.

Although Fucheng couldn't take off his jacket to keep Uncle Zhuo warm, it seemed that Uncle Zhuo didn't mean to stop self-abuse, but he could at least wear a warm down jacket and accompany Uncle Zhuo to suffer in the cold wind. However, Fucheng did not forget the purpose of this trip: "In fact, the report was written by the old Joseph. You can just tell him what you want to write. There is no need to tell Lowens specifically. Lowens does not reject this writing. It's just that he was competing with you at the time and he wouldn't let go."

At the end, Fucheng said: "It's not a big deal."

Zhuo Huan bit his cigarette holder and suddenly felt a little cold. He calmly reached into the pocket of Fucheng's down jacket.

Fucheng: "...Your hands are cold."

Zhuo Huan: "Well, your hands are warm."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "I didn't grab your hand, so I put it in your pocket to warm it up, so I'm afraid of anything."

"..."

After a while.

Fucheng: "If you really don't want the public to target the pilots, it is useless to have the same number of words in the investigation report. This is not a solution."

Looking at the starry sky, Zhuo Huan was still trembling with the cold, calmly holding the thin smoke with his other hand, and slowly lit a little on the railing to remove the long soot. His voice was hoarse, but for some reason, Fu Cheng heard a trace of pride and publicity from it.

"Rogge 318 knows."

Fucheng was stunned.

"Well, of course I do. Teacher Zhuo, didn't you know that I knew this accident well?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Zhuo Huan narrowed his eyes and looked at the clear moonlight undulating with the waves on the distant sea.

"There are methods to prevent the world from paying attention and to arbitrarily speculate. As long as the official is not allowed to disclose the reasons for the investigation before the truth comes out, nor is it allowed to write any investigation reports, and the news media are not allowed to speculate in order to gain attention.Report casually; let no one have the opportunity to lead malicious tendencies."

Fucheng stared at the man in front of him blankly.

In the moonlight, Zhuo Huan's long, narrow and elegant eyebrows seemed to fly, dotted with bright stars.

"Do you know who can do it."

"Who?" Obviously there was an answer, the name blurted out.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Me."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Putting it in your pocket to be warm, not touching you, so afraid of it.

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