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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Ninety Four"

weight="139938"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the early morning of June 13, 2016, Hawaii time, when the Roger 318 flew over the North Pacific, the weather radar detected a frontal wave climate 30 nautical miles away. Turn" option.

A seemingly normal behavior is not a big mistake, as long as the pilot notices that the aircraft is turning and cooperates with the autopilot system to make correct operations, then normal driving can continue. However, due to the dark sky and the endless dark night on the ocean, and the sudden abdominal pain of a pilot, the two pilots on duty at the time failed to notice the changes to the aircraft's autopilot system at the first time and missed the best time. .

But even so, the plane is far from crashing.

Based on the first black box recording found, the three pilots on the Roger 318 have 30 seconds to shut down the autopilot system and take over the control of the aircraft.

But they did not turn off the autopilot system.

The cockpit recording was damaged, and the voice recording within 30 seconds was blank. So everything that follows is left to the machine.

Su Fei put his hands in his pockets and walked into the car arranged by Mai Fei. He said to Johnny, the public relations director of Mai Fei on the side: "From the outside, this black box is not badly damaged. Just read the data inside. You can know what the pilot was doing in those 30 seconds. Oh, you said, it shouldn’t be so unlucky, but the data in those 30 seconds will be damaged again? It won’t happen.”

Johnny smiled and said: "I believe that God is also on our side. By the way, Mr. Su, I heard that the investigation headquarters has already had some speculations about the accident."

Su Fei was taken aback, his eyes rolled: "You heard from Lowens?"

Johnny laughed and said nothing.

Su Fei said helplessly: "Then don't say it in front of RIP. Oh, RIP is Reid. I always call him RIP. RIP is very serious and takes this kind of thing very seriously. As long as he doesn't produce key evidence, he absolutely No conclusions can be drawn, and no others are allowed to draw conclusions. But I think what we can eliminate now is the design problems of the aircraft, and then the pilot errors and parts problems are left. I have also heard that the NTSB has long speculated that they I think it's most likely a part problem."

Johnny said with emotion: "It stands to reason that the new aircraft will not be like this. The Roger 318 has only been delivered for three months."

Su Fei smiled and winked his eyes: "Your new aircraft must be inspected when it leaves the factory. It's all okay?"

Johnny slumped suddenly, and said seriously: "Mr. Su, please don't doubt this. McFei's aircraft is absolutely in accordance with the FAA safety agreement, meticulously completed the factory, and there is no quality problem."

Su Fei muttered: "I'll just talk about it."

In fact, Su Fei really just talked casually. In fact, even if NTSB investigators guessed that the cause of the accident might be a part problem, they never thought that the Mai Fei aircraft had a quality problem. Because the facts have proved that none of the planes shipped from the same batch of Rogge 318 had problems.

In addition, it was Rogue Airways. Six years ago, due to improper maintenance, there was an air crash. The crashed plane at the time was a Boeing 747.

The quality of McFly's aircraft has always been among the best in the industry. Because they were born in military aircraft, they have extremely strict control over the quality of the aircraft. In the production specifications of some parts, they even directly adopted military aircraft standards.

The NTSB investigator got into the car and carefully placed the box with the black box on the seat of the car. Su took a glance after flying, and suddenly a strange thought came to his mind. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fucheng.

[Su Fei: Brother Fu, I feel that the truth may be hidden in this black box. 】

After a few seconds, Fucheng replied.

[Fucheng: Have you arrived in Los Angeles? 】

The punk boy came and got interested, he simply held the phone in both hands, typed cracklingly, and chatted with Fucheng.

After a rest in Los Angeles, Su Fei rushed to Mai Fei's laboratory in the early morning of the next morning and read the data of this black box together with Mai Fei Research Institute.

As Su Fei estimated, God is really on their side.

The damage to this most important black box is not serious, and most of the data is preserved intact.

On the third day in Los Angeles, everyone read 50% of the data. By the sixth day, only the last bit of data was left unread. But everyone did not dare to relax, and no one knew which data was the most critical. Perhaps this last 1% could solve the mystery of Rogge 318's falling into the sea.

From one o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock the next morning, Su Fei sat in front of the computer and entered the last line of code.

Press the "enter" key with a click of your finger to read the target value of the aircraft thrust.

The punk boy stared at the computer screen without blinking. When the data was read, he slapped the table: "Damn, do it!"

Following his movements, the rotating seat slid backwards while turning a 180° turn. Su Fei stayed up all night, but his spirit was extremely excited, and his brain was extremely clear. He stretched, before his arms were fully extended, his eyes widened, looking at the four people standing behind him in surprise. Rubbing his eyes, Su Fei: "...Fuck it? When did you come?"

Old Joseph smiled and said, "It didn't take long, that is, when you were scolding'How could I have a wrong code?'"

Su Fei: "..."

With a snort, Su Fei asked, "Why are you here? I have already booked an afternoon flight back to Seattle."

Fucheng: "Did you finish reading the data?"

Su Fei patted the table: "Of course."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "All?"

Su Fei: "Must, 100%!"

Zhuo Huan: "Huh? No loss?"

Su Fei: "...just a little bit, the landing gear data may be missing a bit. But Roger 318 can't crash because of a problem with the landing gear."

Zhuo Huan: "Open it and take a look."

The voice fell to the ground, and there was silence in the laboratory.

Su Fei's expression was dark, he was silent, nodded lightly, and turned to look at the computer.

Not only him, but also the Mai Fei experimenters, NTSB investigators who stayed up all night in the laboratory, and the UAAG four from Seattle, all raised their heads in silence and looked at the projection screen.

With a crisp sound of opening the door, the automatic sensor door of the laboratory opened.

Fucheng looked back and saw an old man with gray hair and solemn face, with a straight face, and strode in.

That is the current chief designer of Mai Fei, Thor Reiner.

He entered the laboratory without saying a word, just standing behind the crowd, looking up at the huge projection screen.

Su Fei: "Then I will release all the data?"

Zhuo Huan: "Yeah."

With a light click of the mouse, densely packed data instantly appeared on the big screen, grabbing everyone's sight.

Among the dozens of people present, not everyone can handle so much information at once. Even the old Joseph, who is experienced in investigating, and Fucheng, who is proficient in all types of models in active service, can't do it.

But Fucheng knew that two people in this room could do it.

One is Zhuo Huan.

One is Thor Reiner.

From hundreds of data, find the most critical and important one at a glance. Then grab it and find the truth.

Zhuo Huan's voice is calm: "Exclude pilot control errors."

After he finished speaking, everyone found the key data curve he said.

——In the last four minutes of the crash, the three pilots have been trying to shut down the autopilot system.

The data will not lie.

Within 30 seconds that can be manipulated, they tried four times. It shut down again and again, restarted and shut down again and again, however, the plane did not follow their instructions. The plane was still spinning to the right, and finally, headed for an uncontrollable abyss.

Zhuo Huan's phone rang, and he quickly said to Su Fei, "Strip and separate all the data in those 30 seconds", then strode out of the laboratory and connected the phone.

Fucheng stood in the center of the laboratory. He fixedly looked at the data curve recording the autopilot system. For a long time, he closed his eyes and turned away.

McFei Lab is no stranger to Fucheng.

Six months ago, he and Zhuo Huan stayed here for two months. They were entrusted by Mai Fei to help improve the landing gear of Mai Fei F475.

Standing on the balcony outside the laboratory, Fucheng looked at the undulating curve of the mountains in the distance. He took a breath of smoke and suddenly felt extremely calm.

"This is the first time I saw you smoking, Vol."

A smiling female voice rang from behind, and Fucheng turned his head to look.

After extinguishing half of the smoke and throwing it into the trash can, Fucheng asked, "Why did it come out, Lina?"

Lina smiled and said: "Su Fei and Old Joseph are busy with data separation. I don't seem to be able to help much, so I just came out to breathe? You also came out to breathe?"

Fucheng: "Yeah."

Lina walked over, her voice soft, she seemed to be in a good mood: "I was a little surprised when Reid said you smoked a long time ago, but what makes me even more strange is why Reid specifically said this. Although you don’t look like a favorite People who smoke, I mean, you are like the kind of top students who have been well-behaved since childhood, but you are an adult, smoking is no problem, why Reid is so impressed with this."

Fucheng looked at her: "What do you think."

Lina smiled, did not answer the question, but said: "Excluding the pilot problem, then only the parts problem is left."

Fucheng: "Yeah."

Lina: "I am very confident in Mai Fei's quality control. I think, after today, Reid should be able to sleep well." She turned her head and looked at Fucheng: "You should know that Reid is very serious. 'S mental weakness."

Fucheng recalled for a moment: "I know. This situation has improved a bit in recent months, but sometimes, he still wakes up in the middle of the night."

Lina: "Reid didn't have this problem before."

There was silence, Fucheng: "Because of Roger 318."

Lina smiled: "Yes, because Roger 318."

The two smiled at each other and looked at the distant mountains together.

Fucheng had known that Zhuo Huan was mentally weak, he knew it before they were together.

This man has difficulty falling asleep, he is extremely sensitive, and a slight noise can wake him up. He is like a fragile glass handicraft, exquisite and gorgeous, but fragile. The dream is not a peaceful destination, but an endless nightmare.

After the two were together, Zhuo Huan's spirit weakened a little better, but he still didn't heal.

Fucheng has never asked, but maybe he doesn't need to ask at all, he just knows.

It's because of Roger 318.

As Zhuo Huan said, from beginning to end, he always felt that it had nothing to do with the pilot, and that the real cause of the crash was the plane.

That is the intuition of his aircraft designer.

He was afraid that there was a problem with the plane he designed. Every day and every night, every minute and every second, as long as there is a Maifei F485 flying in the sky, he can't sleep at night.

It's not a plane, it's a time bomb. Installed on his heart, silently counting the countdown, but covering the numbers with cloth, you can hear the ticking numbers, and you can't see the numbers under the covers.

Maybe it's infinite, maybe it's just one second.

And now, he finally got relief.

Fucheng: "The Captain Qi Zhifeng of Roger 318 is my teacher."

Lina was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him.After a while, "Well, I knew it by accident before." Lina smiled helplessly: "Fuck, I don't like to spy on friends casually, but unfortunately, NTSB is not like this. Last month, Lowens was surprised.To tell me, it turns out that you and Captain Qi still have this kind of relationship. So I remembered one thing..."

"V, sorry, I apologize to you for what I said a year ago."

A year ago, not long after Fucheng came to UAAG, in Lina's villa, he first mentioned Roger 318 in front of Zhuo Huan.

At that time, Lina casually made a guess about the fruitless air crash, believing that it was the pilot's suicide.

This was the general opinion of the public opinion at that time.

Fucheng looked at her: "It's okay."

Lina: "Vol?"

Under the rising sun, the youth slowly smiled at her.

"Not only you, but I should apologize to him."