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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Ninety Six"

weight="139940"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Su Fei said angrily: "RIP is not a human!"

Old Joseph looked up and looked around. After confirming that Uncle Zhuo was not there, he nodded repeatedly: "You are right."

Lina walked into the office with a thick stack of documents. After hearing this, she smiled slightly and put the heavy folder on the desks of Su Fei and the old Joseph: "All Nippon Airways and Lufthansa Airways in 2018 All F485 flight records are here. So, keep working, my friends."

Su Fei and Old Joseph: "..."

"Is this still a human life!!!"

Su Fei and Old Joseph never expected that the day before they thought they were too leisurely and had nothing to do every day. The elder Joseph even thought about whether to join the NTSB investigation team to help them analyze and process the relevant data analysis of the autonomous driving system. Unexpectedly, one day later, after only a short day, they will be reduced to such a situation!

Old Joseph: "The only thing I'm grateful for is that this time it is not just our UAAG people who are unlucky. NTSB also has 60 investigators sharing the pain with us. Shakespeare once said that if the pain is alone, it is endless hell. ; If it is shared by the public, it is life."

Lina was surprised: "I finished the complete works of Shakespeare at the age of eight. Did he say anything like this?"

Old Joseph smiled slightly: "Old Joseph Shakespeare said it."

Lina laughed.

At this time, Fucheng walked in.

Su Fei: "It's not fair! RIP abuses private power and acts for personal gain! We are all checking information, Brother Fu, you are actually lazy!"

Fucheng pulled the chair away and sat down. He raised his head: "I just went out to answer the phone."

Lina raised her hand: "I certify that I have handed over the Delta Air Lines flight record to Fu this morning. This is his task. He is not lazy."

Su Fei: "Huh, is it the call from Mai Fei?"

Fucheng paused, shook his head and said, "No, it was from an old leader I used to be in the army."

Su Fei nodded lightly without thinking too much.

Lina and Old Joseph looked at each other.

Before could speak, heard a loud noise coming from the door of the investigation headquarters. Everyone at UAAG looked up and saw that outside the UAAG exclusive office, several NTSB investigators changed their faces, got up quickly, and strode towards the door. Lowens was among them.

Not long after, like Zhongxing Pengyue, a blond, serious-looking NTSB Deputy Director Levi Andrew came to the office. He stood under the bright incandescent lamp, looked around, and finally walked towards NTSB's office step by step.

Levi Andrew: "Joseph, is Patrick not there."

Facing his former boss, Joseph Sr. stood up and replied: "Reid went out this morning and has not returned yet."

Deputy Director Andrew nodded slightly: "If he comes back, please tell me on your behalf. I'm waiting for him."

Old Joseph: "Yes."

Wearing a straight black suit, Levi Andrew looked calm, and he glanced at every UAAG member in the office. After reading them all, he turned and left. With the same fanfare as when he came, a group of NTSB investigators followed to send him out. After five minutes, Lowens came back.

Lovins looked embarrassed: "When Patrick had a meeting to set up tasks, Deputy Director Andrew returned to Washington headquarters, but he was not there. After hearing about Patrick's investigative decision, he disagreed very much, so he booked the nearest ticket to Seattle."

When they saw Andrew, everyone at UAAG had already guessed that this might be the reason.

Su Fei narrowed his mouth: "I don't agree with RIP's decision to squeeze child labor!"

Old Joseph smiled and reminded: "You are no longer a child laborer."

Fucheng: "So, what does the NTSB want to do?"

Lowens turned his head to look at him, was silent for a moment, and said: "I can only say that Deputy Director Andrew disagrees with Patrick's decision very much. The NTSB high-level meeting agreed that this is a waste of investigative resources and burying the truth."

...

After half an hour, Zhuo Huan came back from outside. He had a gloomy look, with an unabashed sarcasm on his face. Not long after he entered the investigation headquarters, Levi Andrew also walked in. He invited Lowens and said a few words to him softly. Lowens showed a look of surprise. He looked at Zhuo Huan, then nodded and said: "Okay."

No one knows what Zhuo Huan and Levi Andrew said, but soon, the NTSB removed 30 investigators to continue the previous investigation direction, leaving only 30 people to proceed according to the UAAG investigation direction.

Old Joseph frowned and said, "UAAG has the commander-in-chief of the investigation headquarters and has the right to decide the direction and method of the investigation."

Lina: "Reid, do you need me to negotiate."

Zhuo Huan stared at the computer screen and quickly flipped through the electronic version of the flight maintenance information: "No."

Everyone was surprised when Uncle Zhuo had such a good temper.

Fucheng: "Zuo Huan?"

Zhuo Huan finally lifted his gaze from the computer screen. He looked at Fucheng's frowning eyebrows. For a long time, he sneered: "Levi Andrew is rare to beg me once, let him go." Before everyone understood what he said. He said: "Don’t waste time, keep looking for clues. There are a group of idiots in the NTSB. Their brains filled with water will only tell them that 1+1 is equal to 2, and will never let them think about why 1+1. It is equal to 2." After speaking, he continued to look up information.

Fucheng looked at him and took out his cell phone.

[Fucheng: Not angry? 】

After a while.

[Zhuo Huan: Yes. 】

[Zhuo Huan: There is a problem with my brain. 】

[Zhuo Huan: I said Levi Andrew. 】

The strongest candidate for the next director of the NTSB, the once top air crash investigator in the United States, has any brain problems or not, it is unknown.

Half a month later, May 14, 2022.

The bright sunshine of early summer pierced through the clouds and shone on the boundless ocean with sparkling waves. Today is a good weather, the sun is shining, the sea and the blue sky are set against each other, and the horizon is one.

Alaska, Aleutian Islands.

There are only a few thousand residents living on the island, but today, thousands of people have come to this island called "Tears of the North Pacific".

CNN, ABC, BBC...

News media from all over the world swarmed out. The reporters were not afraid of the vast sea. Some stood on the shore, and some had already taken a speedboat to the safe floating base closest to the salvage site. They held cameras and used the latest electronic satellite technology to broadcast live to the world the entire process of the aircraft being salvaged from the water.

Five people from UAAG stand on the high tower of the salvage base.

Looking down at Fucheng, saw thousands of salvagers in their respective positions, and a huge black water tank had already been put under the water by them a day earlier. Through the sonar screen, everyone can see that the 85-meter-long super water tank passes through the thick layer of sand and slowly wraps the entire Roger 318 into it.

With the order of Lawrence, the salvageman used the clamping device, the lock and the steel strand.

This is a destined boring and long process.

Under the ocean more than 30 meters, they have already begun to salvage the plane. But their movements are extremely slow, so be careful not to damage the wreckage of the aircraft in the water tank. It took an hour to salvage a distance of ten meters.

However, more than five million netizens around the world are watching this live broadcast on their computers.

They are all over the United States, Europe, China, Canada, Japan...

From morning to evening, even if it's only a little too close, you can't let it go.

The sunset is low and the dusk is faint. The sun shines on half of the sky, and on the turbulent sea, dozens of steel strands drag a heavy water tank and slowly float up.

It is like a huge blue whale, under the sea, a large gray-black shadow is faintly mapped.

The number of online viewers on major news live websites around the world has rapidly increased. Six million, seven million, ten million!

More than 20 million people watched it together.

Fucheng stood on the tower and watched quietly. One of its horns first appeared on the surface of the water. The moment the water broke, the huge sea surface tension was destroyed, and the entire water tank floated gently with the ocean currents. Soon, it stabilized.

The gorgeous and gentle sunset reflects the pitch-black water tank, and it dehydrates little by little.

In the grand cheers, Roger 318 awakened from his deep sleep.

When it was completely out of the water, Fucheng sighed softly. He closed his eyes and stopped the damp heat in his eye sockets.

Roger 318, was salvaged!

The news spread all over the world in just three minutes, and reached the top of all the hot topics on social platforms.

But it's one thing to get out of the water, and it will take a few days to officially investigate the wreckage. The salvage company has to dismantle the water tank and perform emergency anti-oxidation treatment on the aircraft that has been dormant on the seabed for five years. In addition, it will be sent by cruise ship to the investigation headquarters in Seattle.

When leaving the salvage base, Zhuo Huan said to Lawrence: "There is still a black box short."

Lawrence suppressed the joyful smile on his face that he couldn't hide because of the salvage of Roger 318. He nodded seriously: "I will continue to look for it."

The UAAG group returned to Seattle and continued to search for information.

When Roger 318 was salvaged from the water, the NTSB immediately held a press conference, and Lina participated in it on behalf of UAAG.

After three days, the plane was sent to the warehouse prepared by the investigation headquarters, and the UAAG people also came to the scene.

The plane has been salvaged for three days. Looking at it now, Fucheng is no longer so excited.

In fact, it is not like McFly F485 at all.

After sinking to the bottom of the sea, five years of seawater corrosion and ocean current impact, coupled with the impact of falling into the sea, this aircraft has been devastated. The silver-white surface of the aircraft was corroded into a decayed gray-green, and many parts were dyingly involved in the fuselage, and they could be pulled off with a little force.

Fucheng looked at Lovins: "Should we start disassembling parts tomorrow?"

Lovins laughed and said: "Starting tonight. We have tried our best to find out all the parts that may affect the shutdown of the aircraft's autopilot system. Just follow the order of the pre-finished list and look for it on the wreckage. It’s enough to come out and test."

The old Joseph on the side heard this: "Then I wish you good luck."

Lowens: "How do you say, my old friend, won't UAAG come?"

Old Joseph smiled bitterly: "I want to go too, but, alas, we have less than half of the information!"

Lowens: "That's a shame. Don't worry, as long as our investigation finds results, your place will be liberated! In the face of the facts, Patrick can't continue to insist on his own views."

Old Joseph glanced at him, but said: "I believe in Reid."

"Um?"

"I believe there must be a reason for his judgment."

Lowens reluctantly spread his hands: "Then I will change my hand and wish you good luck."

Roger 318 was salvaged ashore, and the investigation team's movements immediately became the focus of global attention.

Under the leadership of Levi Andrew, NTSB began to detect aircraft parts damage, metal fatigue and other issues. They transferred more than two hundred investigators from the Washington headquarters, and it took a whole week to reach a conclusion.

At the weekly meeting, Levi Andrew said with a sullen face, "According to the prior investigation, there are a total of 780 components including angle of attack sensors, steering gears, precision potentiometers, etc., which may cause the McFly F485 to drive automatically. The system cannot be shut down normally. At present, we have found a total of 613 parts on the wreckage of the aircraft. Unfortunately, there are still 167 parts that were not found. Perhaps they were knocked off the body during the crash, or they were in the wreckage. In the process of drifting with the ocean current, the scattered disappeared."

Speaking of this, Levi Andrew took a look at Zhuo Huan, and confirmed that the latter looked down at the ground and did not have any special expressions before he continued: "At this point, you can start writing the accident investigation report." He gave Lowens a call. Winks.

Lovins immediately stood up: "According to the previous investigation, we excluded weather, ocean currents and other external factors as the main reason, as well as subjective factors such as pilot suicide. hardware problem."

"Rogge Aviation, established in 1978, has experienced four air crashes caused by maintenance errors, resulting in a total of 71 people. The 613 parts and components found from the wreckage of the aircraft were tested and confirmed that there were no metal fatigue and other damage problems. As for the remaining 167 parts, unpredictable maintenance failures are extremely likely."

"On this basis, it is recommended that the accident investigation report be based on parts and components maintenance failure as the main cause."

"other factors"

"First, the weather problem. Due to the special frontal wave weather, the ROG 318's automatic cruise system performs a rightward yaw driving behavior."

"Second, man-made reasons. The sudden physical condition of the deputy captain, coupled with the fact that the captain is resting on shifts, caused the pilot to fail to detect the aircraft malfunction at the best time and save the aircraft."

"Third, design reasons. When designing the McFly F485, the computer system is given great autonomy and intelligence. It can be considered whether it is recommended that if the aircraft cruise system wants to perform operations such as steering, the pilot's permission must be obtained."

"Fourth, Rogue Aviation has only three pilots on the route of its super long-distance aircraft, so consider..."

...

Lowens summarized all the current investigation progress in an orderly manner. He summed up each cause in detail, without any omissions.

After everything was over, he looked at his chief.

Levi Andrew looked at Zhuo Huan: "Patrick, what do you think."

In an instant, hundreds of investigators in the conference room turned their heads to look at Zhuo Huan.

The man withdrew his gaze from the ground. He looked at Levi Andrew, and Levi Andrew also looked at him leisurely.

Two strong and strong men are fighting silently, and where they meet is the fierce battlefield.

Zhuo Huan stood up: "The investigation has not been completed yet."

Levi Andrew: "It's over."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Which component did you find that failed?"

Levi Andrew: "Then you found the flight data you want?"

The two looked at each other in silence.

Zhuo Huan sighed: "I refuse to sign your investigation report, so don't think about it."

Levi Andrew: "This was not three years ago. Reid·Irvin·Patrick, you are not the chief designer of Mai Fei."

"Oh, then you want to start writing the final investigation report?"

"Yes, do you have any questions."

Zhuo Huan pulled open the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand, compared his middle finger, and smiled badly: "Go dream!"

There was an uproar in the meeting room.

However, in the glaring gaze of everyone, Zhuo Huan turned around and walked towards the door unceremoniously. He pushed the door coolly and left without giving the people in the conference room a look at all. When he returned to the UAAG office, the four of Fucheng who stayed here to continue to check the information and did not attend the meeting looked up at him.

Fucheng heard the noise coming from the conference room and moved his eyebrows slightly: "What's the matter?"

Zhuo Huan: "Guess."

Fucheng was silent and affirmed: "You have offended people."

Zhuo Huan smiled, he sat on the table in Fucheng across his legs, stretched out his hand and raised his chin, bowed his head and kissed it.

Fucheng opened his eyes wide, as if he did not expect that this man would actually kiss him in front of old Joseph, Su Fei and Lina!

The three Su Fei were also dumbfounded.

Loosing his hand holding Fucheng's chin, Zhuo Huan smiled arrogantly: "What the hell do I have to do, Levi Andrew can manage? I will never sign that investigative report, he thought Just let him write, and let me go after writing."

When Levi Andrew walked out of the conference room, he heard Zhuo Huan's words. His face sank suddenly: "Patrick, don't be too arrogant, please pay attention to your words!"

Zhuo Huan looked back at him: "What contract did you sign on behalf of the NTSB half a year ago, your fucking brain was eaten by a hamster?"

Levi Andrew looked at him coldly: "Patrick!"

Zhuo Huan smiled lightly: "Go and think of a way, Levi Andrew. I will never sign your investigation report until I find out the truth."

The sharp and cold gaze stared at Zhuo Huan fiercely like a knife, but the man remained unmoved. He sat on the table with only a contemptuous smile.

Levi Andrew left Seattle on the same day and returned to Washington.

He will have a meeting with the NTSB headquarters and even use the power of the FAA and FBI to solve this problem.

Lina expressed helplessness about this, but she did not persuade her friends, because she knew that once Zhuo Huan decided, it would not change. Similarly, what he said was not taken back.

Old Joseph also said privately: "I really admire Patrick, this is probably the confidence of a genius."

Su Fei: "I'm also a genius, I'm not so rigid."

Old Joseph: "Well, you have to tell me the truth. This is the confidence of a genius and the confidence of a big capitalist. Alas, the Patrick family is so rich!"

The two looked at each other.

"Evil capitalist!"

Everyone felt that Zhuo Huan was arrogant, humiliating Levi Andrew in front of everyone, and uttering cruel words that he would never sign the investigation report. But no one knew that he did not go back to the hotel to rest that night.

Standing on the rooftop of the investigation headquarters, Zhuo Huan blew the wind all night. He smoked cigarette after cigarette blankly and threw it into the ashtray. Finally, cigarette butts fell all over the floor.

Fucheng stood at the top of the stairs, looking at him quietly.

When Zhuo Huan went to light the 23rd cigarette again, Fucheng walked up and hugged the man behind him.

Zhuo Huan's movements stopped.

In the night breeze, the man's voice was hoarse and low, like a sigh from a lifetime: "When will I return to the army?"

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him: "After the investigation of Roger 318 is over."

Zhuo Huan curled his lips: "Oh, that's coming soon."

"Is it fast?"

"Soon."

"Head Nie told me last month that I was not in the UAAG member list at the beginning. You transferred me there to allow me to conduct a test flight. I was officially put on the UAAG member list after JAL 917. "

Zhuo Huan turned around. He leaned on the roof railing, holding Fucheng's thin waist with both hands, and gently rubbing his fingers across the thin cloth. As he laughed, he snorted casually: "Huh? What are you going to say."

Fucheng: "You didn't plan to let me enter UAAG at first."

Zhuo Huan: "You are a pilot."

"so?"

"An excellent, young, and genius pilot. When he was in his twenties, he entered the air crash investigation team. Doesn't it feel wasteful?"

"Then why did you officially go in again later."

Zhuo Huan hooked his chin: "Because you look good."

Fucheng: "...Huh?"

Under the deep night, a deep smile flowed in the man's clear and shallow eyes: "You are good-looking. I like it, can't you?"

Fucheng raised his head and looked at his eyes seriously. After a long while, he chuckled and asked: "Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng: "Otherwise, you said, because I look good, keep me in UAAG?"

Zhuo Huan smiled suddenly, he leaned in Fucheng's ear, his voice hoarse: "Because...you, owe, fuck."

Fucheng didn't intend to pay attention to the man, and was completely unmoved.

Zhuo Huan laughed for a while, feeling bored: "Give me some reaction."

Fucheng asked lazily: "What's the reaction?"

Zhuo Huan thought for a while: "Kiss me?"

Fucheng: "The words you gave to Levi Andrew will be returned to you."

"Um?"

"——Dream to go!"

The answer to Fucheng was a hot and familiar kiss. He closed his eyes, hugged the person in front of him, opened his lips and kissed back passionately.

After a kiss, Zhuo Huan rubbed his waist: "I want to fuck you here."

This time Fucheng was really throwing him away and was about to leave, and Zhuo Huan pulled him back again with a smile.

In the cool night breeze, the two kissed for a long time, and Zhuo Huan buried his face in the shoulders of the young man, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt extremely peaceful.

Zhuo Huan said dullly: "It has a problem."

Fucheng: "Who."

"Maifei F485."

"what is the problem."

"I don't know." After a pause, "but it has a problem."

a long time.

"...Can you find it."

Fucheng slowly hugged him, his voice calm and firm: "Yes."

...

The next day, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared at the investigation headquarters.

Zhuo Huan and Fucheng stayed up all night, and the two went to the lounge to make up their sleep. Fucheng woke up earlier, he had always slept less in these years, and he saw the man as soon as he returned to the investigation headquarters.

He was silent for a moment and walked over: "Mr. Renner."

Thor Reiner looked up at him, and snorted, "Where's the Reid."

Fucheng: "Zuo Huan is still resting."

Renner: "Let him come out and meet me."

Fucheng's face remained unchanged: "He is resting."

Renner was taken aback for a moment: "I said let him come out to see me."

Fucheng: "I said, he is resting."

Tor Rainer looked at Fucheng indifferently, sneered and said every word: "Let Reid·Irvin·Patrick get out and see me."

"Find me?"

Mr. Renner turned around.

Fucheng frowned and said, "Zuo Huan."

Zhuo Huan walked over while rubbing his messy hair. He whispered to Fucheng: "It's okay." Then he turned to look at his teacher. After watching for a long time, his voice was cold: "Something?"

Thor Reiner looked at his student with solemn solemnity. He has lived for so many years and is in his seventies. This is the first, last, and only student he has accepted.

Genius is always arrogant.

Zhuo Huan's arrogance was not learned from him, but he knew that he was definitely more arrogant than Zhuo Huan.

He looked at Zhuo Huan's eyes with disappointment, sadness, and more angry.

The hand holding the cane slowly lifted, and then fell heavily to the ground. There was a bang, and there was a harsh impact.

"You have to prove that there is a design problem with the Maifei F485?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him without saying a word.

Thor Reyner smiled furiously at what he looked like. At this moment, he wished to kidnap the man who stabbed himself severely to the Maifei Los Angeles laboratory, pointed to the planes Chen placed in the warehouse, and asked him what his paranoia was because of.

Thor Reiner stared at Zhuo Huan intently, and asked him word by word: "This aircraft has been studied in my hands for thirteen years. I will give it to you. You have studied it for six years. Every part, I will accompany you, I will teach you hand in hand, I will tell you how to combine them better, I will personally put it, and put the most precious and beautiful works of my life in your hands."

He called out Zhuo Huan's Chinese name, with a weird pronunciation, but hoarsely tried his best: "Zuo Huan!"

"Have you not touched every part of it?"

"Have you not seen with your own eyes how it is assembled into a huge airplane in the laboratory from tiny parts through computer simulations?"

"So many facts are in front of you. In the past five years, apart from Roger 318, it has not had a single flight accident."

"Once, not once!"

"You have to prove that its design is wrong."

"Where is it wrong?"

"Yes, it's wrong. It's wrong because there should be a designer like you!"

"It shouldn't be designed by you!"

"You do not deserve!"

The gray-haired old man yelled hoarsely. He glared at his student angrily, looking at his indifferent expression. For a long time, Thor Renner stopped talking.

He took a deep look at Zhuo Huan, turned and left without saying a word to him.

Halfway through Tor Reiner's speech, Joseph Sr., Su Fei, Lina, and many investigators from the NTSB had already arrived at the investigation headquarters. They stood at the door of the investigation headquarters and watched the cold-hearted Mai Fei, the current chief designer, strode away, not knowing whether they should enter the door or disappear quickly.

"Zhuo Huan..." Fucheng called his name softly.

Zhuo Huan lowered his head, turned and walked towards the rooftop.

Fucheng wanted to follow, but Zhuo Huan held his arm and pushed him back.

"Give me some time, let me think about it."

"……good."

After Zhuo Huan left, the old Joseph and others walked over with lingering fear.

Su Fei: "It's terrible, what is this, the master-disciple break?"

Old Joseph: "Although I used to think that the relationship between Mr. Reyner and Reid is not very good, nor is it like a normal teacher-student relationship. But is it really broken this time?"

Lina looked solemnly: "Uncle Rainer has always had a bad temper, but I've never seen him so angry. Why don't I go up and see Reid."

Fucheng opened his mouth and said, "Give him some time to think."

Lina turned her head: "Fuck?"

Fucheng stared solemnly: "Give him some time."

Lina: "...good."

Three hours later, Zhuo Huan returned from the rooftop. His eye sockets were a little red, and his body was full of a strong smell of smoke. He pressed one hand on the table and his voice was calm: "After checking all the information, if no clue is found, stop here."

Old Joseph: "What about NTSB? Reid, they want to write an accident investigation report."

Zhuo Huan: "Well, I have already told Levi Andrew and let him write. If we can't find a clue here, I will sign the investigation report."

Old Joseph: "Uh, good."

Fucheng silently looked into Zhuo Huan's eyes. After a few seconds, he noticed the young man's gaze, and Zhuo Huan also turned his head to look at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Without words, Fucheng stood up and walked out side by side with Zhuo Huan.

Behind them, Su Fei craned his neck curiously: "What is this?"

Old Joseph glanced at him: "What do children know, people are in love."

Su Fei muttered: "I'm an adult."

...

On the rooftop, Fucheng looked down quietly.

There are a lot more cigarette butts on the ground.

Fucheng: "Are you crying?"

Zhuo Huan's body froze for a moment: "No."

Fucheng: "Not really?"

Zhuo Huan tweeted softly: "You are so annoying!"

Fucheng nodded: "That's crying."

Zhuo Huan laughed angrily by him: "I said no!"

This time Fucheng was also uncertain: "...No? Your eyes are a little red."

Zhuo Huan: "Stay up all night. Look for a mirror, and your eyes are also red."

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and asked before lighting it: "Do you smoke?"

Fucheng took the cigarette in his hand very smoothly, took his cigarette case by the way, stuffed the cigarette back, and put it in his pocket.

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Fucheng: "How do you get lung cancer, do you know?"

Zhuo Huan smiled: "You smoke too."

Fucheng: "But I don't smoke fifty sticks a day."

Zhuo Huan: "There are not fifty. Don't believe you count them." He pointed to the ground.

Fucheng: "Heh."

Fucheng turned around and left, Zhuo Huan called to him: "Hey, did you just leave?"

Fucheng looked back at him: "You didn't cry again."

Zhuo Huan: "Who said no."

Fu Cheng was slightly taken aback: "You..." The voice stopped abruptly.

The man hugged Fucheng's waist and gently pulled him into his arms.

"Zhuo Huan..."

"Shhh."

Buried his face on the young man's warm shoulders, the man took a deep breath.

"Don't look."

"……Um."

After a pause, some wanted to comfort him, but Fucheng had never comforted anyone. He held back for a long time and said: "It's nothing, I also cried, in front of you."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

"Can you fucking not talk about the breakup?"

Fucheng: "..."

"What do you want?"

Zhuo Huan: "Shut up."

There was a long silence.

Fucheng: "Actually, I really want to see it."

Zhuo Huan: "Damn, fuck you cry."

Fucheng really stopped talking.

Because Zhuo Huan can really do such a thing.

Holding this man, Fucheng looked up at the sky.

... Zhuo Huan really looks like a child.

Silly.

childish.

Forget it, who makes him like it.

Although Zhuo Huan and Levi Andrew reached an agreement in private, although they did not make it clear, everyone guessed it. It may be related to the sudden arrival of McFly's chief designer Thor Reiner.

In short, after Thor Reiner left, Levi Andrew continued to arrange investigators to write Roger 318's air crash investigation report.

This investigation report spans a full five and a half years, and every detail of the air crash should be recorded. In the middle of writing, it has reached an astonishing 1031 pages of words. At this time, eight days have passed since Thor Reiner's visit.

It seems that a compromise has been reached.

Zhuo Huan allowed the NTSB to write an investigation report, and the NTSB also sent more investigators to help UAAG look up the relevant information of Maifei F485.

Nearly a hundred people inquired about all the flight data records of F485 in the past five years.

On the ninth day, an NTSB investigator named **Dehua Sikoni found the same data.

This is an investigator who wears glasses and is young. It is said that he was transferred from the ground handling team of the airport to an investigator. In the UAAG office, he was a little nervous, talking about what he had discovered: "On January 13, 2017, Delta Air Lines Flight 192... Um, its model is McFly F485. This plane was in La Gua, New York. Shortly after taking off, Dia Airport encountered strong high-altitude crosswinds. The aircraft experienced a three-minute turbulence. When the pilot stabilized the aircraft, he found that the aircraft had a 3° yaw to the right. At the same time, the pilot input instructions to the aircraft computer. In the first three seconds, there was no immediate feedback from the aircraft. But after three seconds, everything returned to normal. The ground crew's maintenance judgment was that the electrical pulse caused by the turbulence was unstable."

As soon as these words fell, everyone at UAAG immediately changed their faces.

Zhuo Huan: "Continue." After a pause, he asked: "Anything else?"

Zhuo Huan had no hope at all. He just asked casually. Unexpectedly, this Edward Sikoni nodded and said: "Also. On September 16, 2018, Lufthansa Flight 550 suffered a small accident while flying over the Atlantic Ocean. At that time, the regiment ocean cyclone had reached cruising altitude, and the pilot turned on the automatic cruise system. The aircraft automatically deflected its course to the right to avoid the cyclone. This was normal, but a stewardess on the plane said afterwards that she called the cockpit at the time and wanted to ask Does the turbulence of the plane have any effect, but she did not get through the first call, and received her call in the second cockpit. After landing, the ground maintenance team concluded that the temporary communication signal was missing due to bad weather... …"

Edward: "Uh, no more. That's all."

Zhuo Huan's face was calm and silent.

Edward Sikoni gave a chuckle in his heart. He didn't know if he was thinking too much or did something wrong. Just as he was anxious, the next moment, Zhuo Huan suddenly took out his cell phone and made a call. But soon, there was a blind tone on the phone.

Zhuo Huan: "Fuck, fuck me!" He turned to Fucheng and said, "Lend me the phone."

Fucheng handed the phone over.

Zhuo Huan quickly dialed a call, and within a few seconds, the call was answered. At the other end of the sound hole, a powerful voice came: "Hello?"

Zhuo Huan opened his mouth and said: "If a McFly F485 doesn't get feedback immediately after inputting the command, what would be the reason."

Mr. Reina: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "Don't hang up!"

Mr. Reina: "Go away!"

Zhuo Huan: "If this McFly F485 is at the same time, the cabin calls the cockpit at the same time, but the communication equipment in the cockpit does not ring. What is the reason?"

Mr. Reina: "...what do you mean?"

Zhuo Huan: "There are many reasons. Coincidence will not be mentioned for the time being. Electromagnetic pulse interference may also be possible."

There was a long silence on the phone line, Mr. Renner: "What the hell are you trying to say."

Zhuo Huan may not have spoken for a long time.

Zhuo Huan: "What do you think."

Mr. Reina: "..."

With a long sigh, he said: "Look at the telex control system."

Zhuo Huan: "Yeah."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Huan looked up at his companion. His eyes swept across old Joseph, Su Fei, and Lina one by one, then he glanced at the Edward Sikoni and nodded at him. Finally looked at Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan: "The telex control system, this is also my judgment, this is the direction of our next investigation." He said to Lina: "Go and inform the NTSB."

Fucheng suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng frowned. He quickly turned on the computer and found a document he had just read last week. After checking it carefully, he printed out this information and handed it to Zhuo Huan. Fucheng looked serious: "On January 28, 2019, six months after you resigned as chief designer of McFly, the FAA issued a new aircraft standard requirement."

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow: "Of course I know that the main requirement is to add three black box data, as well as some minor specification adjustments."

Fucheng: "When I looked at the information before, I found that before this adjustment and modification for the entire US passenger aircraft industry, the maintenance records of the McFly F485 often showed some maintenance of the angle of attack limiter. But after this time, The overhaul of the angle of attack limiter has suddenly been drastically reduced."

Zhuo Huan opened his eyes slightly and began to read the information. He looked up suddenly: "Mai Fei changed the fly-by-wire control system?"

The airplane's fly-by-wire control system is different from the old hydraulic control system and has many advantages. One of the most significant points is that it can quickly calculate the maximum operating angle of attack based on the aerodynamic characteristics of the aircraft at high angles of attack, and use the angle of attack limiter to facilitate pilots to fly the aircraft.

If the angle of attack limiter changes, it is most likely that the aircraft's fly-by-wire system itself has changed.

Old Joseph was surprised: "I really don't know when Mai Fei will update the telex control system, hey, Reid, don't you even know?"

Zhuo Huan was very irritable: "My fucking has nothing to do with Mai Fei a long time ago, they will tell me?"

Everyone stopped talking.

Zhuo Huan stood up and walked a few laps, then he took Fucheng's cell phone and went out to make a call.

When he came back, his face was not pretty.

Zhuo Huan: "I want to rebuild the fly-by-wire control system of Mai Fei five years ago."

Lina contacted Levi Andrew as quickly as possible. When the NTBS deputy director heard about Zhuo Huan’s speculation, he was silent for a long time and said: "I will book a plane ticket to Seattle immediately."

NTSB's investigation report has been written to more than 1,500 pages, but now, everything has stopped.

It is not an easy task to rebuild the fly-by-wire control system of a large wide-body airliner with super long-distance flight.

Mai Fei provided technical support, and the survey headquarters was moved to Los Angeles, where the new system was designed in Mai Fei's laboratory.

Zhuo Huan knows the F485 well, and even nearly half of the innovative design of the fly-by-wire system of this aircraft comes from his handwriting.

The design of an airplane is never a person's business.

Thousands of McFly designers gave a variety of ideas, and these ideas came together to build a legendary airplane.

Now, it seems to be back ten years ago.

Under the leadership of Zhuo Huan, the designers of the two experimental groups reconstructed the old fly-by-wire control system of the Maifei F485.

It took them three full months to perfectly reproduce the McFly F485 system three years ago. It will take another week to install it on the actual machine. However, this time, Zhuo Huan pondered for a long time and prevented this decision.

"Do not conduct actual flight test experiments."

Fucheng was surprised: "Zuo Huan?"

Zhuo Huan: "It doesn't matter to you. The probability of this failure is too low. From the first flight of the McFly F485 in 16 to the update of the telex system in early 19, it has occurred three times." He thought for a moment and made a decision: "Go ahead. Laboratory simulation experiment."

The top supercomputer is connected to the McFly Lab to provide it with the calculation and conversion of meteorological data from the cloud. At the same time, dozens of Maifei experimenters are busy day and night, inputting data again and again, waiting for results.

Then, nothing was gained.

Just like that, another month passed.

On September 7, 2022, the McFly Lab conducted the 1197th experiment, which still ended in failure.

Fucheng talked with regimental commander Nie and determined that regardless of the results of the investigation, he would officially return to the army next year. As soon as he turned around, he saw Old Joseph standing by the window, leaning against the window rail, waved to him, and said with a smile, "Going back to be an Air Force pilot, Fu?"

Fucheng was stunned: "Well. Go back to the Air Force first, wait for a period of retraining, and then return to the aircraft carrier."

Old Joseph said with emotion: "It's nice to be young. After this time, will Reid also leave UAAG and go to your commercial airline in China?"

Fucheng did not hide: "Yes."

Old Joseph's eyes were full of envy: "It's great."

"Old Joseph."

"By the way, Fu, Reid seemed to be looking for you just now."

Fucheng was taken aback: "He is looking for me?"

Old Joseph: "Yes, it's in the Maifei E1 warehouse."

Fucheng: "Okay, thank you, I'll go take a look."

Halfway through, old Joseph's voice came from behind: "Fuck."

Fucheng turned his head.

Old Joseph leaned against the window and waved his hand with a smile: "You are still young, the past has passed, and the future is a broader place."

Looking at Old Joseph seriously, Fucheng nodded lightly and smiled: "Okay."

The sunset is on the west hill, the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Fucheng left the Maifei laboratory building and walked towards the Maifei E1 warehouse in the southwest corner.

When first came to this place a year ago, Fucheng saw rows of warehouses. But at that time, he didn't go in, just watched from a distance.

When he came to the door of the warehouse, Fucheng looked around, but no one was found. He took out his cell phone and dialed Zhuo Huan's number, and a low vibration of the cell phone rang from the warehouse.

Fucheng was slightly stunned.

Zhuo Huan did not answer the phone.

He looked at the slightly hidden door, walked over, and pushed it open.

In the dim and quiet warehouse, only the narrow windows on both sides let in the faint light, barely able to provide people with a little vision.

Fucheng had excellent eyesight, but suddenly he couldn't adapt to such a dimly lit environment. After squinting for a long time, gradually saw things clearly.

I saw that in this spacious and huge warehouse, there were piles of pitch-black giants parked.

He knows.

Every plane knows it.

There are US C18A "Poseidon" transport aircraft and V-81 "Eagle Falcon" anti-submarine patrol aircraft.

There is Maifei's most classic F435 passenger plane, and Maifei F485, which is known as the masterpiece.

Every aircraft designed and produced by McFly is parked here quietly. Like a beast sleeping and hibernating, the coldness of machinery and the fragrance of fuel crudely integrate and merge, and the air is filled with the strength and cold blood of the iron will of the era of big industry.

Fucheng stood in the middle of the plane, he was as small as a grain of dust.

But this grain of sand quietly dissipated with the wind, but stubbornly raised his head and looked not far away, the man standing under the Maifei F485 passenger plane, looking up.

Moonlight penetrated the edge of the window and hit his feet precisely, reflecting a bright and clear color.

The man put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly, and looked at the cold and beautiful plane.

Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fucheng.

Four eyes meet.

He stretched out his hand.

Fucheng stepped up and took his.

Zhuo Huan's voice was very quiet. He said softly: "Have you ever opened it."

Fucheng: "The simulator has been turned on."

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Is there a real phone?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "Last year, did that flight test count?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, what do you think of it."

Fucheng told the truth: "God made."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "It's made by God, so what about the person who designed it."

Fucheng said seriously: "Mr. Reina is indeed a genius."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"

Fucheng looked at him: "Huh?"

Zhuo Huan: "Huh? Nothing?"

Fucheng: "What else. Oh, you're also a genius."

"... also count?!"

The man stared, his face full of disdain.

Fucheng couldn't help laughing, he leaned on Zhuo Huan's shoulder: "Are you going to give me a birthday present?"

He is not stupid. After so many days, Zhuo Huan will not call him here suddenly for no reason.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt boring: "Are you stupid?"

Fucheng: "What gift?"

Zhuo Huan: "Guess what?"

"Don't guess."

"guess."

"Don't guess."

Zhuo Huan lifted his chin, stared at him with a cold face, and said word by word: "Guess it?"

Fucheng: "..."

This person is so naive.

Fucheng: "Watch?" Looking at Zhuo Huan's face, he continued: "It doesn't seem to be. Tie, cufflinks?" Fucheng suddenly thought: "You won't give me a plane."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

"You want a plane?"

"...I'll just talk about it."

"Oh, I'll talk about it next year."

"..."

Zhuo Huan: "Guess again."

Fucheng was completely overwhelmed by the wealth of the capitalists, and said helplessly: "I can't guess."

Zhuo Huan: "The result is out."

Fucheng didn't react at once: "What's the result?"

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes to look at him, with an imperceptible arc in the corner of his mouth, and his voice was lazy, but with a hint of joy: "Are you stupid? What can be the result? Roger 318, the lab No. 1199 experiments, the results came out."

His breathing rushed for an instant, it seemed that a second had passed, and it seemed that a year had passed.

Fucheng held his breath and asked, "...what was the result?"

Zhuo Huan: "..."

"How the hell would I fall in love with an idiot...well..."

The passionate and intimate kiss of the youth silenced all the man's voices. Fucheng raised his head slightly, encircled the man's shoulders, opened his lips and tongue, and the next moment, the man's tongue came in and kissed him feverishly. The ambiguous tusk of saliva echoed in the spacious warehouse, and the gasp and breath merged together.

Fucheng heard his heart beating quickly.

His body was numb, and all his senses were shocked by this immense joy, and his fingertips were trembling.

Lips tingle from the kiss, and the two pressed their foreheads and looked at each other.

Zhuo Huan said hoarsely: "I want to fuck you."

Fucheng gasped: "Hmm..."

Zhuo Huan: "I want to love you more."

Fucheng slowly raised his head.

Zhuo Huan: "Love you forever."

A warm and gentle kiss fell on the cold forehead.

On December 3, 2022, UAAG released an accident investigation report on the Rogge 318 air crash, with a total of 2,315 pages.

The vast majority of air crashes in the world are tragedies caused by countless coincidences, and Roger 318 is no exception.

A not bad frontal wave air mass caused the Rogge 318's automatic cruise system to have a corrective yaw; the pilot's shift system and sudden physical discomfort prevented them from detecting the turning of the aircraft in the first time and controlling it. airplane.

The night and the sea are also one of the reasons for this tragedy.

The inability to see the external environment and the absence of suitable reference objects make it more difficult for the pilot to find abnormalities.

...

In addition to these various coincidence-like reasons, because of the special design of the wings of the McFly F485 model, when it turns on the automatic cruise system, there is a one in ten thousand probability that the fly-by-wire system will be disordered due to external factors. Generate internal electromagnetic pulse interference, which leads to failure of the telex system.

However, the chaotic design of this telex system has been improved in 2019. It seems to be a coincidence, and it also seems to be the result of fate. McFly updated the telex system of all models of its own airliners, and this extremely difficult failure is no longer possible.

The outside world has generated great public opinion on this.

Why would Mai Fei suddenly make such an update and improvement on the telex system for no reason?

Do they really know nothing?

After so many years of continuous research and experimentation day and night, they really haven't found this design loophole once?

No one noticed. At the beginning of 2023, McFly Labs fired three designers, and McFly's public relations director Johnny Berkeley and an executive suddenly resigned. At the end of the same year, McFly's chief designer Thor Reiner also submitted his resignation.

In an interview with Time Magazine afterwards, the top American aircraft designer said: "I am old."

...

Six years, five months and twenty days.

He entered the darkest hell and saw the darkest eagle.

Like a knife to cut flesh and blood, like a bone and a heart.

But right in the most desperate abyss, when he was lying barefoot on the knife, and his body was bruised in pain, suddenly, he heard the voice of that person.

Then, riding on steel wings, using fire and flames as the wind, crossed the cliffs where the thunder god screamed, and came to the city overflowing with milk and honey.

I have seen that star.

I fell in love with him

I held him.

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The author has something to say:

Thank you for your company during this time~UAAG is officially over! There are many feelings and many regrets, but more are still gains. I like Anxi and Oranges very much, they are both very good, and I hope you like them.

Then, the next article is going to open an e-sports article, Xiao Gong is Zhuo Anxi’s younger brother~

Zhuo Anxi: Huh? I'm the fucking only child, where did this thing come from?

Fuwa: Then treat it as you and Fu Chengcheng’s son [bushi]

Fu Chengcheng: ...cold knowledge, men and men can't have children.

Zhuo Xi: Huh, son? It's so beautiful.

Chaoluo:...

↑Wait, who are you two? ? ?

The new article is going to open on the 16th of next month. Let’s work hard and update it~