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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Ninety-One"

weight="139919"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Maifei F485 has three black boxes, the most critical of which is the main black box installed on the rear wing.

The black box salvaged this time was one of the two black boxes under the cockpit and suffered certain data damage. The machine operation data it records is not comprehensive, and it also records all the voices of conversations in the cockpit. Because of the irreparable damage, the pilot dialogue that everyone heard was always intermittent, and the last few minutes of vital importance were lost.

After carefully studying the flight data and repeatedly confirming the cockpit recording, the old Joseph looked at Zhuo Huan, and after obtaining the latter's nod, he stepped forward.

Old Joseph: "The salvage of the other two black boxes and the wreckage of the aircraft is still in progress. According to the information currently available, first of all, the investigation headquarters decided to exclude certain significant human subjective factors."

As soon as the words landed, there was a rustling discussion in the conference room.

Soon, Lowens approved this view on behalf of the NTSB: “Before today, one of the main reasons for the Roger 318 crash was that Captain Qi Zhifeng kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. At present, it seems that when the plane is abnormal, it is not by the plane. The pilot, although he took control of the aircraft later and failed to save the aircraft, we agree with the captain’s non-subjective factors."

The investigator sitting next to Lowens nodded and added: "Captain Qi is an excellent pilot. We all know this very well. Although I don’t know why, he did not turn off the autopilot and used manual control to save the aircraft. , But based on some data instructions in the last few minutes, I think he is taking certain measures."

Everyone agreed.

However, at the forefront of the NTSB group of investigators, the solemn blond man looked down at the computer screen in front of him. For a long time, he opened his mouth and said: "The pilot suicide is not completely ruled out for the time being."

The meeting room was suddenly silent.

Levi Andrew's voice was calm: "Qi Zhifeng, the captain has a very proud resume. He is a very good air force instructor in China. I can't imagine why he didn't turn off autopilot. This is a rookie pilot who knows. According to the flight data chart, the captain had about five seconds to control the plane without external influence before the plane lost weight and crashed into the sea. This is enough for an experienced pilot.” After a pause, He turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan, "Patrick, what do you think."

Zhuo Huan turned a pen in his hand, and the black metal pen was spinning between his slender fingers. He glanced at Andrew and sneered: "So what I'm talking about is to exclude certain human subjective factors."

Levi Andrew looked down.

Lowens frowned: "What does this mean."

Old Joseph smiled slightly: "Perhaps you did not understand what I said just now, my friend, I mean, the current investigation headquarters has tentatively ruled out the captain's direct kidnapping of the plane to commit suicide. You have all heard that when the plane is abnormal, the plane The captain was not in the cockpit at all, and there was nothing suspicious about the behavior of the two deputy captains. However, due to data corruption and other black boxes that were not salvaged in subsequent pilot operations, we temporarily cannot know why they did not turn off the automatic Driving system. Therefore, two man-made causes cannot be ruled out at present—"

"First, the captain still has a passive driving state. In the face of this critical moment of saving the aircraft, he hesitated and eventually caused an unbearable tragedy."

"Second, the pilot's unsubjective accidental error. I don't need to explain this."

Everyone nodded clearly.

Lowens and Deputy Director Andrew discussed a few words in a low voice, and he raised his head: "We also agree with this view."

Old Joseph laughed: "Okay, then the most intuitive objective reason will be the next." After speaking, the old Joseph looked at an NTSB investigator, who immediately stood up and began to read the information he had reviewed: " The McFly F485 first flew in 2016 and entered the commercial field of civil aviation. Since then, as of last month, a total of four accidents have occurred."

"The most serious one was Roger 318."

"The other three times, one was the pilot's default, one was a maintenance error, and the other happened two months ago without causing any casualties. The cause has not been fully investigated by the NTSB, but there have been major internal speculations: and the aircraft. The design of the condenser tube is related."

"Currently, there is only one item concerning the design of the McFly F485."

Old Joseph took his words: "Yes, so the next two possibilities are component damage and design problems."

The airplane is a huge and complex steel machine.

It is not surprising to call it a steel castle.

A civil airliner is composed of millions of parts and components, even if the maintenance personnel carefully check it every time, there may be omissions. Most of the omissions did not cause problems, or only caused insignificant minor problems, and were quickly repaired by the ground crew. Only a few omissions can lead to tragedy.

The design of the aircraft gave these omissions some adjustable space.

The occurrence of an air crash may seem easy, but it is actually not easy.

However, the damage of parts is definitely one of the suspicious reasons for Roger 318.

Otherwise, it is a design problem.

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Without an airplane, I dare to say that I will never have an accident. No designer can design a perfect airplane."

Fucheng watched him quietly.

Under the white light, his face was calm, as if saying something that had nothing to do with him: "Perfect. These four words will never be equated with airplanes. The design of the Maifei F485 must be flawed."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the conference room.

Lina helped her forehead helplessly. She was very thankful that this was not at a press conference, otherwise Zhuo Huan had just said this, and the reporters would definitely add their enthusiasm to the news. Because of design flaws? ! "Such news headlines.

Levi Andrew was silent for a moment: "This is one of the best airplanes currently available."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him, but didn't respond.

But everyone on the scene knows that praise from the enemy is the most sincere praise.

Zhuo Huan raised his chin to the maifei ground flight crew: "As far as possible design flaws are concerned, can maifei provide an F485?"

The McFly personnel discussed for a while and said: "Yes, tomorrow McFly will transfer an F485 from Los Angeles."

The old Joseph next to the projection screen saw Zhuo Huan no longer speaking. He took a deep breath and concluded: "Then the current situation is like this. The investigation team is divided into three groups. One is to investigate the pilot's problems, and the other is to investigate. Parts issues, a group investigating the design issues of the aircraft itself."

Lowens: "In addition to this, we are continuing to calculate the exact landing location of the plane."

Hearing this, Zhuo Huan looked back at him: "Is there anything effective?"

Lowens showed a look of embarrassment: "Not much progress, but there is already a certain direction."

The first survey headquarters meeting of Roger 318 ended in this way.

The McFly personnel immediately mobilized the plane from the factory. The investigators of UAAG and NTSB did not have any time to waste. They turned to devote themselves to their work.

The acquisition of a black box has solved the confusion of many people in the past five years, but it has also brought more problems.

Why does the plane deflect to the right suddenly?

Why don’t the pilots turn off the autopilot system?

Everyone has a hunch that as long as these two problems are solved, the mystery of Rogge 318's falling into the sea can be solved.

Different from the tense atmosphere at the beginning of the meeting, when the meeting ended, everyone gathered up the materials in silence without much words.

Fucheng sat on a chair and looked up at the projection screen that had turned into a blue screen.

Zhuo Huan and Su Fei are discussing the repair technology of the black box. The punk boy was quite sure that he could not repair it again, but Zhuo Huan hoped that he could repair more.

Su Fei collapsed and said, "It's useless if you just change to a god!"

The people in the conference room left one by one, and soon only a few people from UAAG were left in the empty spacious room.

Zhuo Huan snorted annoyedly: "If you can't fix it, then continue to fish. There are two black boxes left."

Old Joseph: "Reid, what you said is wrong. Why don't you say that there is a whole aircraft wreckage left under the sea. It is not easy to find two black boxes. Compared to the whole aircraft, they It’s too small, and I’ve been hit so I don’t know where to fly, maybe it’s not in the wreckage at all."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, then keep looking." He turned his head and continued to look at Su Fei: "If possible, continue to repair."

Su Fei: "..."

"Is it still a life for people to ride horses!!!"

The voices of his companions gradually blurred in his ears, and Fucheng closed his eyes, as if he had returned to half an hour ago.

In the sound of rustle, that familiar voice came.

Many years ago, he had just entered the Air Force training camp, and it was this voice that explained all kinds of flying knowledge to him.

Many years ago, this voice was crying bitterly in the hospital, telling them these students that he was going to retire, he was going to make money and he was going to support the family.

Is it the teacher's fault?

NTSB Deputy Director Levi Andrew still has reservations.

Even Zhuo Huan and Old Joseph... they didn't say that it must not be the pilot's fault.

But suddenly, a firm belief emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Over the past five years, he has repeatedly doubted the teacher he trusted, and has also been annoyed by his vacillation time and time again, but at this moment, Fucheng suddenly felt...

"It has nothing to do with him."

"Which he."

Fucheng raised his head, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards him step by step.

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Huh?"

Fucheng did not answer, but said: "Do you think it is a design problem?"

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment: "Did I say?"

Fucheng: "Isn't there."

For a long time, Zhuo Huan looked back at Su Fei who was suffering, as well as the old Joseph who comforted him and Lina who had been grinning. He let out a soft cry and said: "I didn't talk to you a year ago."

"What did you say."

"From start to finish, I have always felt that it was the problem of the aircraft itself. Whether it was damaged parts or design defects."

"why?"

Zhuo Huan pointed his head with his finger, and said casually: "The intuition of the airplane designer."

Everyone was gone, and only five people from UAAG remained in the conference room.

The five people walked towards the door of the conference room. Zhuo Huan turned his head and said, "Today I worked overtime to extract the cockpit recording more clearly. Have you ever heard that recording yourself? What are it all? Harvard graduates used this kind of thing. Semi-finished products?"

Su Fei stared straight, "Damn, you know how badly the black box was damaged, how much effort did Laozi take to make it like this?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I don't know."

Su Fei: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "But you have to work overtime. If you don't work overtime, your salary will be deducted."

Su Fei gritted his teeth with anger. He stared at Zhuo Huan's back, and finally couldn't help it: "It's my birthday to ride a horse today, RIP you are still not a human being!"

Zhuo Huan, Fucheng, Lina, and Old Joseph stopped together.

They looked back.

Lina chuckled, "It's not the first day you know about Reid's temper, isn't he like that."

Su Fei: "...but today is my birthday." His voice is getting smaller and smaller: "You all have gifts for your birthday, and you have cakes to eat. I have to work overtime. If I don't work overtime, my salary will be deducted."

Suddenly, with a "click", the meeting room plunged into darkness.

Su Fei opened his eyes wide in surprise, but the door of the closed conference room was pushed open from the outside. Lovins, who had just left, came back sometime. He was holding a cake with two digital candles inserted on it. One is "1" and the other is "8". Lowens walked over with the cake, and he handed the cake to Lina: "I don't know why you want me to do this, and I think I will definitely agree. Dear Lina, I'm really busy. I was too busy for a few days to sleep well."

Lina smiled and said, "Thank you, Lowens."

Lowens spread out his hands and waved to the punk boy before he left: "Happy birthday, just an adult boy."

Lina put the cake on the conference table. She took out a small gift box from the cabinet under the conference table and handed it to Su Fei.

"Happy birthday, Fly."

Su Fei opened it and saw it was a Rolex watch.

Then came the old Joseph. He was wearing a thick down jacket. No one would have thought that his gift was placed in the large pocket of the down jacket: "Happy birthday, Fly, congratulations, you can finally drink."

My heart was a bit bitter, but I also felt sour and sweet. The punk boy narrowed his mouth, pretending to accept the gift of old Joseph calmly: "Why, give me a birthday gift and do so many tricks, and deliberately let me work overtime , I’m not going to give me a gift in the end. Old Joseph, what did you give, the box is quite big... Fuck! The latest game console!"

Old Joseph laughed and said: "How is it, are you satisfied? This is precious, it is out of print, and it cost me more than half a month's salary!"

Su Fei was overjoyed, but he snorted reservedly, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "RIP, what about your gift. You asked me to work overtime just now. The acting is good. Where is the gift from the capitalist? I don't want the cheap one!"

Zhuo Huan chuckled, and didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Overtime is real, do you think I'm acting?"

Su Fei: "..."

"Don't bring this! What about your gift!"

Fucheng: "The present I bought with Teacher Zhuo."

Su Fei was taken aback: "Ah, Brother Fu, are you together? Where are you?"

Fucheng took out his cell phone: "It's not easy to bring it over, it's in your office."

Su Fei looked at Fucheng's mobile phone screen: "What is it..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The punk boy's eyes opened wider and wider, and his mouth slowly opened. His eyes became more and more hot, and in the end he almost stared at the computer on the screen of Fucheng's mobile phone with obsessive eyes, and couldn't wait to raise his head and ask Fucheng: "What CPU?!"

Uncle Zhuo said casually: "7742."

Su Fei brushed his head and looked at him: "The motherboard?"

Zhuo Huan: "Two-way EPYC."

Su Fei: "What about the graphics card? Is it RTX?!"

Zhuo Huan: "Yeah."

Su Fei: "I rely on!!! Memory, speakers, solid state..."

Zhuo Huan said impatiently: "You won't go to see it by yourself?"

Su Fei will rush to the office in the next second.

Zhuo Huan: "Work overtime tonight."

Su Fei: "Gagaga! I'm willing to work overtime with this computer for the rest of my life!!!"

Seeing the punk boy flying from the back, everyone couldn't help laughing.Even Zhuo Huan twitched his mouth.

Everyone walked to the office together, and brought the cake that Su Fei had dropped and fell out of favor by the way.

Old Joseph and Lina walked in front and kept talking and laughing.

Fucheng and Zhuo Huan walked behind.

"Fucheng."

"Um?"

"Kiss me."

"……Um?"

"Um?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "Why so... suddenly. What happened?"

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, nothing, just want you to kiss me, can't you?"

The next moment, the young man raised his head slightly and greeted him with a warm and gentle kiss.

There is always something that softens the cold corners of his eyes.

Life is full and gentle.