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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Ninety"

weight="139918"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the spacious and bright conference room, the long table in the center of the room has been removed because it takes up too much space. Dozens of investigators sat in the conference room, looking at the projection screen intently.

Zhuo Huan nodded to Su Fei, and the punk boy immediately understood and opened the black box data.

"This black box records the engine data on the right, the operating data of the aircraft part, and the cockpit voice record." At this point, his hand has clicked on the data curve.

In an instant, densely packed polylines of different colors appeared on the screen. Everyone took a deep breath, held their breath, and stared at the screen. The crackling of the keyboard is endless.

Zhuo Huan: "Open the cockpit voice record."

Su Fei: "Okay."

Fucheng's fingers slowly squeezed, and he turned his head calmly and glanced at Zhuo Huan, only to see that the latter was squinting, quickly scanning the flight data on the screen, as if he hadn't noticed his movement. Pursing his lips, Fucheng withdrew his gaze. At this moment, there was a weak grunt next to him, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly, raised his eyebrows, and opened his palms upwards.

A momentary surprise, the next moment, there is warmth in my heart. Fucheng stretched out his hand and held his.

Zhuo Huan's palm was a little hot and humid, and after his skin was pressed tightly, a steady stream of warmth spread along the connected place. Fucheng's nervous heart relaxed a little, but he hadn't relaxed for a few seconds, only to hear a shrill and sharp electrical noise coming from the speaker.

Everyone present frowned reflexively. The sound was like a fingernail sliding on glass, which caused physical discomfort.

Zhuo Huan raised his head with an unhappy tone: "Su Fei?!"

Su Fei was also very aggrieved: "Can you blame me, this black box is badly damaged, especially the cockpit voice record, which is half damaged. I have tried my best to remove the noise caused by these damages, but it will be necessary to repair the sound track. May affect the content of the recording."

Fucheng: "Go ahead."

Su Fei continued to play cockpit voice recordings.

The black box of the McFly F485 kept a total of cockpit voice records two hours before the crash. It is saved with electronic equipment, and records are automatically destroyed and re-recorded every two hours. Su Fei’s repaired black box recorded a total of one hour and 43 minutes of recording. According to the track curve, they started to listen to the recording directly from the last fifteen minutes.

This recording is intermittent.

Because it has been damaged to a large extent.

In the vague and messy cockpit recording, Fucheng recognized for two minutes, and finally recognized who the two people were talking.

Those were the two deputy captains of Roger 318: William Kridov and David Coster.

But the sound was too noisy, and there were all kinds of strange noises in the background, which made it difficult to hear which sentence was said by William and which was said by David. They are all Americans, they have the same accent, and there is no big difference in age. It is difficult to tell the difference in their voice age.

"How about package A today."

"Trust me, the cheese-baked vegetables in Set A is the most unpalatable I have ever tasted."

"Haha, have you eaten a delicious airplane meal..."

In the beginning, the two deputy captains were chatting about today's flight meal. They didn't know that this was the last fifteen minutes of their lives. They had a brisk and pleasant tone, and they even had time to complain about whether there should be cheese in the flight meal.

Everything is extremely normal.

William and David talked about the flight meal for a while, and then they were silent for a while, not knowing what they were doing.

Then, they talked about the new captain who had recently cooperated.

"He is really a poor man."

"you are right."

Fucheng listened quietly, his expression calm. However, only Zhuo Huan, who was holding his hand, knew that under the calm and calm appearance of this young man, there was already a storm in his heart. Fucheng's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he heard that the two pilots in the cockpit were the co-pilots. From the moment there was no Qi Zhifeng, he felt like a drowning person, struggling to swim to the surface. From the edge of death to the last breath of air.

Fucheng's palms were full of sweat.

The Roger 318 is an ultra-long-distance transoceanic flight. Such an aircraft requires at least three pilots on board to take turns to rest.

When the air crash happened, Qi Zhifeng was not in the cockpit, he was resting according to the regulations...

He is resting!

This means that this air crash has nothing to do with him, not his fault!

Comfortable, relieved, ashamed, and sad.

Complex emotions rushed to his mind, Fucheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At this time, I heard an awkward and weird voice in the stereo: "Damn it, maybe I shouldn't drink that bottle of ice-cola before boarding the plane."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the meeting room was stunned. The next second, they stared nervously at the speaker that came out of the sound. Obviously they knew that it was a stereo, and there would be no change when staring at it, but at this time, they all did so in unison.

Including Fucheng.

Fucheng stared at the stereo, and heard such a dialogue inside.

"What's the matter, David, you are not feeling well."

"It's a little uncomfortable, I seem to have diarrhea. I drank a bottle of ice cola before boarding, and I knew I shouldn't drink it, but it was too hot."

"No, that was all a few hours ago."

"But I really have diarrhea."

"Okay, it's almost time for you to work with the captain. Why don't you take advantage of it now. I will contact Ali for you and ask her to wake up the captain. Can you still hold on?"

"It's okay, I can hold on for a few more minutes, but please hurry."

The stewardess's sweet female voice soon sounded in the stereo, but Zhuo Huan's eyes were wink, and he quickly said to Su Fei: "Project the right engine data of the last ten minutes on the screen together."

Su Fei: "OK."

After a burst of rapid operation, Su Fei quickly projected the data of the aircraft's right side engine on the big screen, and even carefully aligned the cockpit recording and engine data according to the time, so as to facilitate observation.

Not long after, a calm male voice sounded, with a slightly startled tone: "The engine power has dropped."

Zhuo Huan turned his head and glanced at Deputy Director Andrew, then continued to look at the big screen.

Lowens immediately responded to what his boss said, and he took a closer look: "Yes, since they said,'I drank a bottle of ice cola before boarding', the power of the right engine began to drop at a constant rate." Paused. Suddenly, he realized: "Damn, they didn't find it?"

Of course, the two pilots in the cockpit did not notice that they were discussing about David's sudden diarrhea.

William contacted the stewardess and asked her to wake up the captain while observing the situation of his companions. It was even more unlikely that David would be in the mood to observe the dashboard of the plane. His stomach was so painful that he couldn't help but let out a few muffled snorts.

However, listening to their voices, the meeting room was silent.

For a long time, Old Joseph sighed: "They can't be blamed, after all, they have already set up autopilot. So far, the flight data shows that they should not do any special operations, and they did not expect that the autopilot aircraft will be abnormal. And this is just an abnormality within a controllable range. You see, the sirens did not sound, did they."

Having been a captain and experienced a tragic air crash, Joseph Sr. was more sensitive to the operations of the pilots in the air crash and understood them better.

After speaking, Old Joseph looked at Zhuo Huan.

In this conference room, no one knows McFei F485 better than Zhuo Huan, and can better evaluate the autopilot system of this aircraft.

Zhuo Huan looked calmly at the flight data curve. He did not speak, and no one in the room dared to speak. Until Deputy Director Andrew said: "Perhaps it is due to turbulence. McFei F485 has the most advanced autopilot system at the moment. In order to ensure the best flight experience for the crew on board, it will appropriately adjust the power of the engines on both sides to reduce turbulence. "

Everyone looked at Zhuo Huan and asked him for confirmation.

Zhuo Huan still looked at the big screen. After a few seconds, he didn't look back at Andrew, but said lightly: "He was right."

Everyone continued to listen to the cockpit recording.

In the endless night, over the endless ocean, the power reduction of the aircraft's right side engine is just the beginning. Slowly, for some reason, it began to turn slightly to the right.

In the conference room of the investigative headquarters, looking at the cold data curve and listening to the rustling noise from the speakers, everyone looked silent, silently waiting for the last moment to come.

However, the two pilots in the cockpit did not really ignore everything.

The darkness in the outside world made it impossible for them to find that the plane was making a right turn with their eyesight. Even the gravity in the cabin reached a balance with the cochlear fluid, and they did not notice that their bodies were tilted. However, William still noticed the anomaly on the instrument.

"Wait, what is this, the plane is turning?"

This sound of thunder awakened everyone.

Because of abdominal pain, David's voice was a little distorted: "Height, height... only 22,000 feet left."

William: "What the **?! What happened?"

With a "click" the door opened, William hurriedly turned around and said: "Captain, come and see what's going on."

Fucheng held his breath.

The next moment, Qi Zhifeng's dull and powerful voice sounded: "What's the matter?"

William quickly reported the situation.

Qi Zhifeng made a decisive decision: "I'll control the plane."

David immediately left the main cockpit, but from the subsequent intermittent cockpit recordings, everyone heard that the co-pilot, who had had abdominal pain for several minutes, did not leave the cockpit. He has been in the cockpit, communicating with his companions, trying to control the plane.

In an aircraft that turned to the right and continued to descend, the deputy captain read the "Flight Safety Manual" anxiously, and the captain mastered the aircraft.

However, the recording did not record their next words, it was all harsh electric currents.

It can be seen from the flight data curve that 30 seconds after Qi Zhifeng took control of the aircraft, the aircraft tilted to the right at an angle greater than 45°, and the entire aircraft suddenly fell into a terrifying spiral turning posture.

Fucheng, Old Joseph, Lowens...

All the pilots present, or former pilots, are staring at the data curve of the aircraft. They are praying and hoping that the pilots will quickly turn off the aircraft's autopilot system. This should be their first thing to do.

But they did not close.

Qi Zhifeng, William Kridov, David Coster.

Of the three excellent pilots, none of them disarmed the automatic flight system and turned on manual control in the first place.

Almost horrible flipping and intense weightlessness, everything is deeply embedded in those cold data curves.

At this moment, at least everyone present finally knew what happened when Roger 318 crashed.

From an altitude of 20,000 feet, they began to experience an earth-shaking rotation. The plane rotates rapidly in the air like a roller. The person wearing the seat belt should have not been thrown out. The person who did not wear the seat belt, the person in the bathroom, and even the stewardess preparing food for the passengers, may have lost their breath five minutes before the plane crashed.

Then there is a terrifying pressure at least three times that of gravity.

The living person was overwhelmed on the seat of the plane, unable to breathe, speak, or move.

The huge pressure will cause the blood vessels to burst. If you are in bad health, you may have been in shock at the moment, and if you are in good health, you are still enduring great torture. It was not until five minutes later that the plane crashed into the sea hard.

"Beep—"

There was a harsh busy tone in the stereo, and all the recordings were played.

For a long time, Deputy Director Andrew spoke first: "One question, why did the plane automatically correct its attitude in the last half minute, and finally stopped rolling, but crashed into the sea with its belly down?"

He didn't name him, but everyone knew that he was asking Zhuo Huan.

Only Zhuo Huan could answer his question.

Zhuo Huan’s voice is calm: "Because it is a McFly F485, I installed the latest anti-collision system I designed on this aircraft. When the altitude is lower than 1,500 feet, it automatically detects the flight attitude and airspeed. And make changes."

Andrew gave a soft oh, he typed the word "anti-collision ground system" on the laptop, and hit three bold red exclamation marks at the back. Then he looked at Zhuo Huan, his face unchanged: "This collision avoidance system ensures that we can sit here today, hear these recordings, and see these data. Without it, the moment this aircraft touches the sea will be certain. It was smashed to pieces. Patrick, thank you, you are very good."

Zhuo Huan glanced back at him, sneered and curled up the corners of his mouth: "Oh, no thanks."

The author has something to say:

This chapter refers to the Aeroflot 593 crash, which is the famous bear kid crash.