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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Fifty One"

weight="139697"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In April, the weather suddenly became hot. The scorching air rolled across the Persian Gulf, mingled with the salty taste of hot flashes, and filled this luxurious city with drunken gold and gold.

Four black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicles parked neatly at the entrance of the GCAA investigation headquarter. The men in black suits kept moving cardboard boxes and several metal iron boxes from the car. They walked into the investigation headquarters and sent things into the data room.

But for a while, a tall white man with brown hair got out of the car and walked into the investigation headquarters. As soon as he entered the house, he saw several members of UAAG.

Saying hello to old friends, he strode to the window with a warm smile on his face. Lovins stretched out his arms and smiled and said, "Hi, Patrick, my friend, we meet again."

Zhuo Huan was talking to Fucheng in a low voice, and the two discussed some possible reasons for the falling of the 411 flap fragments of the Emirates. Hearing this sound, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes. After seeing the person who came, he said meaningfully: "You have finally been sent to Dubai again."

Lowens: "..."

The man didn’t mean to get up and hug him, and Lowens didn’t feel embarrassed either. He retracted his hand and said: “Last time I met in Boston, you said I was sent over. I still understand that. But Patrick, like this in Dubai. A good place, how can it be said to be sent? I took the initiative to ask you to come over."

Fucheng raised his head and looked at Lovins.

Lowens narrowed his smile and looked serious: "We, NTSB, take the UAE 411 case very seriously. Who could have imagined that this accident will be reversed after twenty-three years. In fact, there will be a reversal of the air crash. It is not in the history of our NTSB, but every time, we take it very seriously. Patrick, I am here with a seriousness of 120,000 points. I want to solve it with you and rediscover the truth."

Zhuo Huan gave him a fixed look, turned his head, and looked at the group of NTSB investigators behind Lowens who were carrying data. He asked: "Did you bring any special things over here."

Lovins smiled: "I can't hide it from you, the NTSB did bring some special things away back then, and didn't leave it to GCAA. I think you will be satisfied."

"what?"

"The culprit involved in the tail cone of the engine and causing the engine to explode-the fragment of the fan blade."

When everyone came to the data room, Lowens arranged for an investigator to bring a dark metal box.

This is an inconspicuous black tin box, the size is similar to ordinary chocolate box, cookie box, the only special place is that its sealing part is double-encrypted with a physical lock and a password lock. Lowens opened the first lock with the key, and then entered the code. He said: "It is NTSB's habit to preserve the key evidence of air crashes, without exception. In fact, the confidentiality level of the 411 air crash of Emirates is not high at the NTSB. The really important evidence will not be saved only in this way. "

With a "click", the box opened.

Lowens took out the glass bottle prevented from the box: "That's it."

The moment the glass bottle was taken out, Su Fei leaned forward, and Lina looked at it curiously.

Su Fei: "Just a little bit?"

Lowenston laughed occasionally: "The biggest difficulty in the investigation of the Emirates Airline 411 crash is the big explosion after the crash. The entire plane was blown to pieces. We can find these fragments from the mess on the ground and confirm it through technical analysis. Some of the fractures in the country were not caused by explosions, but by mechanical external forces. I have already tried my best."

Zhuo Huan: "Explosion, chemical energy is converted into mechanical energy. This fan blade was first involved in the engine, and it was crushed by a strong mechanical external force, and then it experienced an explosion...Cool, this change of thinking is a bit interesting. Who discovered it? These fragments, and conduct crack detection?"

Lovins' face froze suddenly, and he concealed it with a smile: "Haha, this is indeed an extremely talented investigative idea, and it is also the key to finding out the truth about the Emirates 411 air crash. Patrick, you really asked the right person, me. Know who came up with the solution."

"Oh, who is it?" Old Joseph used to be an investigator of NTSB, and he was also curious about it.

Lowens laughed and said, "Levi Andrew."

Zhuo Huan frowned.

Old Joseph was surprised: "Wow, Deputy Director Andrew? Wait, can it be said that it is because of Emirates 411, Deputy Director Andrew became famous in one fell swoop and got the attention of the boss? Oh, yes, or he is only in his fifties. At the age of, he would not have become the deputy director four years ago. I didn’t expect that the beginning of everything turned out to be Emirates 411."

Lowens nodded: "Deputy Director Andrew is an excellent investigator."

Zhuo Huan chuckled, then turned and left.

Uncle Zhuo is always so casual, everyone has long been accustomed to him. But Fucheng looked at his back and pondered for a long time.

At lunch, Zhuo Huan and Lowens re-studied the shattered fan blades. Fucheng took the sandwich and walked over to the old Joseph to sit down.

Old Joseph was taken aback, looked up at him, and smiled: "Fuck, why, you eat sandwiches at noon? GCAA provides a full set of five-star buffets, don't you go to the buffets."

Fucheng: "I'm not very interested in food."

Old Joseph was surprised: "There are still people who are not interested in food."

Fucheng gave a soft "um" and didn't answer his question. As he tore open the plastic seal of the sandwich, he asked: "When you mentioned the deputy director of the NTSB this morning, I don't think Teacher Zhuo was very happy."

Old Joseph looked at him for a while, then smiled and asked, "When does Reid feel better? Doesn't he look like'the whole world owes me one million' every day. Oh no, one million is what," A million is nothing in Reid's eyes, it's probably "the whole world owes me 10 billion", which is more appropriate."

Fucheng took a bite of the sandwich and chewed twice: "It's not the same."

Old Joseph was silent for a moment, and said: "Well, you are really sharp. Fu, Levi Andrew did have some holidays with Reid, of course, neither of them was wrong. You know about the Roger 318 air crash five years ago. Well, more than 200 people, the plane that suddenly disappeared. This air crash was no small matter. The NTSB immediately took it seriously and sent Levi Andrew, the most outstanding senior investigator at the time, as the person in charge. After waiting for a few days, Reid As an investigation consultant for Mai Fei, I also joined the investigation team. And I was also a member of the investigation team at first, so I knew about it."

Fucheng: "Have they had a dispute?"

Old Joseph: "Of course not at the beginning. Although Reid had a bad temper, he seldom spoke during that time and had no chance to offend people. After all, the plane he designed was in an air crash, and no one was in the mood to speak, you know. Yes, if Reid didn't speak, he missed most of the chance of offending people. The two of them cooperated quite happily. Until two years later, the two had a disagreement."

"What disagreement?"

Old Joseph sighed: "One party feels that the focus should no longer be on the plane itself, that is, the McFly F485. It is time to investigate other causes of the air crash, such as pilot problems and weather problems. But the other party is biting. The McFly F485 shouldn’t be let go, and I feel that it’s not a mechanical problem or even a design problem in the aircraft itself so hastily concluded. Moreover, the mechanical failure in the mid-term investigation report should not only occupy more than a dozen pages of paper."

Fucheng was silent for a long time.

In the cool air of the air conditioner, he took a bite of the sandwich. Bread and vegetables are chewed silently in the mouth. Sometimes food is like nature's most beautiful gift, and sometimes it is just a source of calories and vitality. He ate quietly, silently, and there were no ups and downs on Junxiu's face.

Taking the last bite of the toast dryly, Fucheng squeezed the plastic paper into a ball while saying: "Actually, it is not incomprehensible to understand Mr. Zhuo's thoughts. In 2016, the Roger 318 plane crash. Two years later, in 2018. At this time, this aircraft has been sold in the world thousands of aircraft, and there has not been an air crash caused by mechanical failures or design flaws. After that, until now, for five years, the McFei F485 has not had any design problems. It is A very perfect airplane. Facts have proved that Teacher Zhuo did not want the investigation team to focus on the airplane itself. This decision was correct. This is not selfishness, it is a fact."

"Oh?" Old Joseph smiled, "Then if I tell you, it is Andrew who advocates eliminating the cause of the plane crash, and rejects his proposal, insisting that the plane malfunction should not be arbitrarily removed from the evidence if the evidence is not clear. Is Reid the person excluded from the investigation point?"

Fucheng was suddenly stunned.

Two days later, Rolls-Royce sent a huge Trent 800 engine.

On the same day, Emirates also found a Boeing 777 from its maintenance warehouse, which was parked in the warehouse of Dubai International Airport for the investigation team.

After Lina got in touch with Rolls-Royce and explained the reasons, as Zhuo Huan said, the other party agreed and found a Trent 800 engine that was exactly the same model as that on the Emirates 411 at the time. Delivered to Dubai——

They are more anxious than the investigation team.

Twenty years ago, they paid three hundred and fifty thousand US dollars, which was just a drop in the bucket for the industry giant Rolls-Royce. However, what really affects them is the corporate image that has been denounced by the media and the public for more than a year. So suddenly someone told them that they now have a chance to reverse the case. Rolls-Royce did not hesitate to make a contribution, and expressed to Lina that they are willing to lend their T1 laboratory in the UK, if necessary, they can conduct experiments in the laboratory at any time.

On the other hand, Maiha contacted Arab Airlines and hoped that they would provide a Boeing 777 specifically for investigation. He was not sure about it and was very nervous. But Ah Hang agreed very happily. The reason why it took two days to deliver the plane was because I wanted to find an old Boeing 777 model that was 23 years ago, which is extremely difficult for Emirates, which is all new planes. They would rather contribute a newest McFly F485 than find a suitable Boeing 777 from a bunch of new aircraft.

After all the aircraft and engines were delivered, Zhuo Huan arranged the mission very clearly.

The problem that GCAA needs to solve is: what exactly is the "fragment" seen by witnesses, and it may be cut and dropped by something.

NTSB will focus on the engine.

"What kind of thing can pass through the fuel cavity of Trent 800, pass the fuel injector, the high-pressure intermediate stage, and finally split the low-pressure turbine blades, causing the engine to explode." The man's slender fingers pressed hard on the whiteboard, making a bang. The sound.

Fucheng asked: "What kind of physical properties are to be found out."

Zhuo Huan looked at him: "Its heat resistance, anti-extrusion ability, and basic hardness properties...at least these three, understand?"

With eyes facing each other, Fucheng nodded slightly: "Well, I see."

If Emirates and Rolls-Royce provided experimental materials worth hundreds of millions of dollars, GCAA has provided an extremely luxurious experimental site.

In the spacious and tall factory building, several precision machines are placed on the edge of the factory building against the wall. Lines of tens of meters long are complicatedly connected to these machines, and the Trent 800 engine located in the center of the factory building, like a giant.

All investigators and experimenters are wearing tight protective clothing and standing at a distance.

Zhuo Huan raised his hand, and the next moment the NTSB investigator pressed the start button.

boom!

The noisy roar instantly swept through the ears of everyone, even through the tight protective clothing, the sound was harsh and numb to the scalp. What followed was a torrent of hot air. Under the high temperature, the air was distorted, and the airtight warehouse was roasted into a purgatory with a high temperature of 80 degrees.

Every time a real machine experiment is completed, everyone has to take a break to prevent heatstroke.

As early as the first day, Lowens put forward his opinion: "We can completely simulate the high temperature and high pressure of the Trent 800 engine in the laboratory without conducting actual machine experiments. It is not enough to find out the physical properties that are relatively resistant. Is it okay."

Zhuo Huan looked at him mockingly: "Oh, Levi Andrew also thinks so. You don't need to control variables so strictly, you only need to perform experimental simulations... Oh, so in the end he was wrong, unlike his single-cell brain. What I thought was so simple, it was just a casual, unrepeatable accidental metal fracture. Hey, he could think of the reason for such a mental retardation, did he dream of it."

Lowens: "..."

You praised his genius for his thinking yesterday!

As if hearing what Lowens was saying, Zhuo Huan didn't care and said casually: "If the object is Levi Andrew, I will take back all my previous compliments. Well, he is not worthy."

Lowens: "..."

Your mind is really small!

Facts have proved that every time Zhuo Huan persists, there is always his reason.

Another experiment is over.

Everyone left the factory and went to the office area to rest. As soon as they entered the cool investigation headquarters, everyone immediately took off their heavy protective clothing, found the air outlet of the air conditioner, and gasped for breath.

Zhuo Huan stood by the window, he opened his neckline, hot sweat dripped down his collarbone.

"The hair seems to be spread out."

Zhuo Huan turned his head and saw Qingjun's beautiful young man coming over. Holding a bottle of ice water in his hand, he handed it over.

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and took the ice water.

Fucheng was soaked with sweat, his black shirt was completely stuck to his body, and his hair was dampened with sweat into strips, and the locks fell on both sides of his cheeks. However, instead of taking care of himself first, he walked over and handed the bottle of water.

Zhuo Huan: "Aren't you hot?"

Fucheng: "I'm not afraid of heat. May I help you tie your hair, Teacher Zhuo. If you tie it up, it should be better."

"Um."

Untied the loose hair rope, the young man's hand passed through the damp hair. He didn't feel dirty with sweat, but raised his head and combed these long hair carefully.

If he first met Zhuo Huan half a year ago, although this man had long hair, it was not incomprehensible among men. So six months later, Zhuo Huan hadn't cut his hair, not even once. As a result, such long hair seems abrupt.

Men are too good-looking, handsome faces can control any hairstyle. He pierced it into a ball and landed on the back of his head, and a few strands fell naturally on both sides of his forehead. However, being able to control such long hair does not mean that this is the reason why he has long hair.

Fucheng: "Why don't you cut your hair."

Zhuo Huan's action of drinking water paused: "Huh?"

Fucheng opened his lips, but didn't ask a second time.

Turning around, Zhuo Huan looked at the youth's silent expression. He curled up his mouth and said with a smile: "Why don't you wear a white shirt."

Fucheng: "..."

After a while, Fucheng said in a calm voice, "It's not convenient."

"Oh, it's not convenient..." The voice stretched slightly, and Zhuo Huan looked down at the young man in front of him. The words entangled ambiguously on the tip of his tongue, and he lowered his voice: "What's inconvenient."

Fucheng turned and left blankly.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Isn't it funny, this cold joke."

Fucheng stopped, he turned around and looked at the man steadily.

"I heard Old Joseph say that you and Levi Andrew had a holiday."

Zhuo Huan closed his smile. He frowned, and snorted: "Old Joseph is talking about everything."

Fucheng looked at him steadily: "Why?"

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng clenched his fingers and stepped in: "I asked, why...As the general design of the McFly F485, you should most hope that there is no problem with it. Then why, you would reject the suggestion of the Deputy Director of the NTSB and insist on the request. Continue to investigate aircraft failures."

Zhuo Huan drew his ears and said casually: "There is one thing you have to be clear about. I never said that it must be an aircraft failure. I just said that this possibility cannot be ignored. Didn't the old Joseph tell you clearly?"

Fucheng: "So why."

Zhuo Huan gradually darkened his eyes, looking at the young man in front of him.

There was a firm and solemn light in those clear and bright eyes. As if giving life to him, he penetrated half of the universe and looked at himself tenaciously, unwilling to move.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan said: "Then tell me first, why don't you wear a white shirt, I will tell you."

Fucheng: "...You know the reason. Many investigators are not wearing white T-shirts, including Su Fei."

Zhuo Huan let out a soft "Oh": "But I want to hear you say it yourself."

After a long time of silence, Fucheng said in a calm voice: "Because the white clothes are wet with sweat, it seems like they are not wearing, it is a bit embarrassing."

Zhuo Huan: "When you were in Helsinki, you said something to me."

Fucheng looked up at him, showing a dazed expression.

He had said a lot, and he had no idea which sentence Zhuo Huan was saying now.

Zhuo Huan tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "You said, you think...it's its fault."

His eyes widened suddenly, and Fucheng looked at the man in front of him in surprise.

Six months ago, Helsinki, Finland.

JAL JL917 crashed next to Vantaa Airport. That day, he came to the lawn where the plane crashed. Wind came from afar, and he stroked the scorched ground. The wind whispered softly in his ear, somehow, he seemed to hear the wind talking.

That is an intuition from the depths of the soul.

As the top pilot, he clearly felt that this was not entirely the pilot's fault.

Therefore, this plane is not so innocent.

And now, Zhuo Huan told him that the Roger 318 plane crash, he felt it was the plane's fault.

All the air in the lung cavity was snatched away in an instant. Fucheng almost couldn't wait to ask him: "So you think the Roger 318 is a plane failure? Do you know the cause of the crash?"

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Did I say it?"

Fucheng was stunned.

The next moment, he was about to speak when, suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Lovins yelled so loudly that he could be heard outside the door, and he yelled in a shocked voice: "Media? Of course we didn't disclose it to the media. It's a good thing you GCAA did! Shit! What's all this! We also NTSB. I want to keep it secret, or why do you think I am here? Until the investigation is clear, you can’t disclose any information to the public, okay! This is your guarantee to the NTSB before we come. Now, I ask you to immediately Find out what's going on and block the information!"

Both Fucheng and Zhuo Huan frowned.

The two of them walked out, and saw a chaos outside. The investigators who had been relaxing with the air conditioner and sitting and drinking ice water stood up at this moment. Lowens and Maiha fought against each other, both of them looked very bad, and Lowens waved his hand angrily: "Fuck, what do you mean now, just make it public?"

Maiha also said with a cold face: "Mr. Lowens, I have to doubt you. The NTSB just came the day before yesterday, and today the information was released."

"What? Do you doubt me?" Lovins laughed incredulously. "Please believe that I want to keep this secret more than you. I hope more than you that the investigation of the Emirates 411 air crash will not be reversed! I am every night. Pray before going to bed, hoping this is just an insignificant misunderstanding!"

Hearing this, Fucheng was a little stunned, but he immediately understood.

… Is there any special relationship between Lowens and NTSB Deputy Director Andrew?

Zhuo Huan sneered. He found Lina with a stinky expression: "What's going on."

The beautiful French girl blinked innocently and smiled: "Reid, this has nothing to do with me. How do I know that at noon today, several major media in the UAE suddenly posted news on the Internet, saying that the Emirates Airline 411 crash occurred 23 years ago It turned out that it was very likely that the investigation was wrong that year."

Old Joseph: "Could it be the leaked news from Rolls Royce?"

Lina: "Of course not. I didn't tell Rolls-Royce that the 411 air crash investigation of Emirates suddenly restarted because of the appearance of new witnesses. Rolls-Royce only knew that things had changed, but did not know that there were new sightings. That’s why only NTSB, GCAA, and Emirates itself...may leak the news to the media."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: [Unhappy face] Huh? Why did you tell Fucheng about me one by one, after I agreed?

Old Joseph:? ? ? If I hadn't stepped on a horse to give you assists time and time again, would you be able to get to Fucheng? Can you kiss twice now? !

Lina: +1^_^