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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty Eight"

weight="139908"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Most of the salvage projects under the sea are dedicated to salvaging sunken ships.

Since the great nautical era, there have been countless shipwrecks that have sunk in the ocean. Even in modern times, it is not uncommon for a ship to sink. The job that salvage companies do and are good at is salvaging sunken ships, not airplanes. However, there is not much difference between airplanes and ships, and sometimes airplanes are better to salvage than sunken ships.

"Maifei F485, the length of this aircraft is 64.1 meters. According to the three-dimensional acoustic scan performed by sonar, it is determined that the aircraft was broken into two sections, one section is about 47 meters and the other section is about 17 meters. If you just say it is from underwater 33 It is not very difficult to salvage the 47-meter-long aircraft wreckage at a depth of meters. It only takes time and money.” Lawrence carefully analyzed the status quo, “but the problem is that under this bay is a small reef area. "

Lawrence pointed at the black-and-white image scanned by the sonar, his face very solemn.

Everyone also looked at the sonar picture carefully.

When planes and ships sink into the sea, it does not mean that they stop directly on the bottom of the sea, which is visible to the naked eye. In many cases, they pass through a thick layer of sand, sinking little by little, and are finally wrapped in sand, living in the boundless darkness.

Roger 318 is no exception. It lies quietly in a piece of seabed mud, surrounded by soft sand on all sides. But on top of it, it was like a rock that had grown across it, suddenly blocking a large piece of reef, blocking the top of Roger 318.

According to common sense, if Roger 318 sinks from directly above, it should fall on the reef, not in the sand layer under the reef. But it happened to pass through this reef blocking the sand and got into the sand.

Old Joseph: "The ocean current movement is really amazing. Even if humans want to manually squeeze this huge plane into the rock, it would be difficult to do it."

Yes, it is difficult for humans to do this, but nature does it.

Lawrence sighed and looked at Zhuo Huan with a serious look: "So Reid, what should I do. I have shipped the world's most advanced salvage equipment here, but I can't guarantee that they will work."

Zhuo Huan quietly looked at the fuzzy and complicated image on the computer screen. After a while, he turned his head and said to Lina: "Help me contact Robert Gatsby, Stephen Keskin, Joanna Douglas..." A series of more than a dozen English names and one Chinese name were spoken. Finally, he paused. After a pause, he added: "There is also Teiichi Tsuna."

The news of Rogge 318's reappearance has just been reported by the news media, spread all over the world, and aroused widespread attention from people all over the world. Just three days later, at the UAAG press conference, they were told a cruel news——

The salvage of the Roger 318 is extremely difficult. I am afraid it will take three months, six months, or even longer to salvage it from the bottom of the sea.

Famous shipwreck salvage experts around the world, as well as many physicists have been invited to participate in the Luoge 318 salvage plan.

At present, the common methods of salvaging sunken ships are mainly float method, floating crane method and chain salvage method. Among them, chain salvage is suitable for large tonnage, short length, and sunken ships that are not very deep, and it can be used to salvage Roger 318. But the problem is that the Roger 318 is blocked by a reef. If the chain salvage method is simply used, it is very likely to damage the structure of the aircraft.

In response, Zhuo Huan made a unified decision: "Use the float method."

If you want to fish out the Roger 318 completely, you must use the float method. The method does not sound difficult. It is to make a huge box on the seabed, and put the wreckage of the aircraft and the surrounding sand and reefs into this box. After that, nearly a hundred hooks and locks were used to directly salvage the box, and the aircraft together with the surrounding mud, sand and rocks were pulled up.

But the problem is that this is 33 meters underwater.

Any accident can happen.

When everyone was so busy looking for various materials to salvage Roger 318, Su Fei found Zhuo Huan. The punk boy looked solemnly and said, "First get the black box up."

When the words fell, Zhuo Huan looked up at him.

After a while, Zhuo Huan hummed softly: "Huh?"

Su Fei said seriously: "In 2009, Air France Flight 447 crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. It took two years for the French Civil Aviation Safety Agency to find its wreck on the seabed at a depth of 3000 meters until 2011. 3000 meters underwater. Mi, this plane could not be picked up at all, but they finally recovered two black boxes. The most important thing in the air crash investigation is the black box. Get it up first."

Zhuo Huan did not speak.

After a few seconds, the punk boy complained: "Hey, I'm serious with you, RIP, give me a reaction."

Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly: "Do you know why Fucheng is not here."

Su Fei was taken aback: "What?"

Zhuo Huan: "You haven't seen him for a few days."

With this reminder, Su Fei remembered: "Yes, I haven't seen Brother Fu in four or five days. Why did he go?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, staring down at his fingertips. He turned the pen gently, and said lightly: "He's going to get you a black box."

Su Fei: "..."

Damn it? !

Su Fei never expected that Fucheng, as a former air force pilot, would actually go to sea to fish for black boxes!

But let alone him, in fact, Fucheng didn't know before this time that he still had such an ability.

Zhuo Huan thought of Su Fei's thoughts at the very beginning.

33 meters, this is an extremely benevolent depth.

Human divers can reach this location directly to explore the aircraft itself. However, because the surrounding area of ​​Roger 318 was surrounded by sand, the exploration work was not smooth.

Unlike Air France 447, which is buried under the seabed of three kilometers, it is impossible for humans to reach it. In the end, it can only be salvaged by machinery. The water depth of Roger 318 is only 33 meters, and divers can directly remove the black box from the plane and even carry it back.

There is no need for this kind of thing to let Fucheng go for training and dive.

But Fucheng took the initiative to make this request.

As a result, he used to be an Air Force pilot, and his physical fitness even surpasses many divers. He is fully capable of diving and only needs to receive a certain amount of diving training. Secondly, he knows this aircraft better than all the divers. His understanding of the Maifei F485 is certainly not as good as Zhuo Huan, but he must be more profound than the old Joseph, Su Fei and others.

In the past five years, he has checked the information of Maifei F485 countless times. He reads every basic data, its performance specifications, and all the information that can be found in the middle of the night. He reads every word in his heart.

So a week ago, Fucheng said to Zhuo Huan: "If something happens when salvaging the plane and destroys the wreckage, it may destroy the investigation evidence."

Zhuo Huan: "Let the diver take a camera to take pictures underwater."

Fucheng: "It's the bottom of the sea, there is no light, and it is difficult to take pictures, and it must be very slow."

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily, raising his eyebrows slowly: "So?"

Fucheng looked back firmly: "I will go down. I will bring the black box out. This is just the simplest thing. What is really important is that I go and see if there are any problems with the plane. I will be your eyes. Except for you, no one here knows this aircraft better than I do. I know the most about what's so strange about it."

So Fucheng began to receive diving training. What he had to do was not only bring back the black box, he had to take a look at the sunken plane on the bottom of the sea with his own eyes.

On December 3, 2021, a bitter cold wind, Unalaska's winter came suddenly. Suddenly, it dropped by five degrees overnight. There was a snowfall on the beach, and a speedboat sailed from the dock. After half an hour, it arrived at the salvage site of Roger 318.

The boat stopped in the middle of the sea, up and down as the waves fluctuated.

On the deck, Fucheng put on a diving suit, carrying a gas pipe, emergency gas cylinder, and waist lead. After checking all the equipment, he and the diver on the side looked at each other.

In the bright sunlight, four divers in wetsuits and full-equipped divers put on light helmets and masks. They pressed their legs and kicked hard on the ship's side to draw a long and narrow arc in the air. In the rumbling of the mechanical tremors, the four figures jumped into the sea and sneaked down little by little.

This time, the diving mission was in charge of Mr. Nicola from the salvage company. He was once an extremely good diver with many years of diving and salvage experience.

When he jumped into the sea, the noise around him suddenly disappeared.

Buzz.

The world is quiet.

Fucheng was stunned for a moment, and soon Mr. Nicola's voice came from his communication phone. He settled down and dived down with the other three divers.

The depth of 33 meters is insignificant for these divers. Soon, maybe only a few minutes, maybe ten minutes, they crossed the reef area and came to the sand layer.

In the dark, the lights on the helmets were on, illuminating each other's faces.

The four took out professional tools and started deep diving.

Break through the soft sand layer, and continue to descend and descend again.

In the dark, deep sea, Fucheng heard someone exhaling in the air pipe as if whispering. That was his breath, and all his voice in a long thin tube. There was no other sound, and Mr. Nicholas did not speak on the phone.

Where does the overhead light shine, where does it turn on.

They seemed to be strips of deep-sea anglerfish, marching silently in the suffocating darkness, listening to their slow and powerful heartbeat.

Fucheng's heart gradually calmed down. He hasn't seen Roger 318 yet, but in terms of descending distance, they are almost there.

His eyes searched around in this darkness, his heartbeat seemed to speed up, his breathing gradually became faster, his back tense.

"Hey, I found it, come here."

A diver yelled from the phone, and Fu Cheng turned his head to look at the speaker. It was a brown-haired American guy. He confirmed that he had found the wreckage of the plane, so he turned on the light that he carried with him, turned it on, and shone to his side.

"Look at it!"

The heart has jumped to the fastest speed, the body seems to be gripped hard, and the breathing is about to stop.

Fucheng raised his head and looked at the place illuminated by the light.

In the gloo deep sea, saw a huge and secluded giant building silently floating among the sand in the place where the water waves were rippling. It resembles a tall castle, swiftly and powerfully. The lighting only illuminates one corner of it. At the edge of the light, it is its huge body hidden in the sea.

A name rang in everyone's hearts.

Roger 318.

...

The moment saw it, Fucheng suddenly calmed down.

There is no fierce grief as imagined, nor the sadness that I thought would be. He was extremely calm, even beyond his own imagination. He looked at the plane deeply, then lowered his head to turn on the communication phone, and said one by one: "Confirm it is Roger 318, start looking for the black box, over."

The McFly F485 is currently one of the largest wide-body civil airliners in the world. If you want to find its black box on land, it is not difficult. It can be removed in ten minutes in Fucheng. But this is under the sea.

After searching for four days in a row, on the fifth day, Fucheng finally brought it back from under the sea.

Finally completed the first phase of the mission, the divers lay on the deck, cheering and whistling. Fucheng was also lying on the icy deck. He couldn't hide the joy in his heart. Until he was almost resting, he stood up and walked towards the orange-red black box.

At this moment, Fucheng didn't know that a familiar old friend had arrived at the temporary salvage headquarters on Unalaska.

Zhuo Huan was having a video conference with Professor Robert, Emperor Zunai and others, and Lina knocked on his door.

Zhuo Huan frowned impatiently: "Something?"

Lina smiled helplessly, "Perhaps you should come out in person, Reid."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Lina shrugged and was about to speak again when a cold grunt sounded from behind her.

Zhuo Huan's expression was darkened.

A white-haired old man walked out from behind Lina. He pushed open the door of the meeting room and did not come in. Instead, he stood at the door, looking at his students from a distance.

Thor Reiner: "Reid, what about Roger 318."

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily. After a few seconds, he leaned back on the back of his chair and smiled: "In the sea."

Mr. Renner glanced at him coldly, his voice indifferent and majestic: "We want it."