At midnight, all the investigators went back to rest first, Su Fei was about to leave, but was dragged back by Zhuo Huan by the collar.
Fu Cheng turned to look at them.
Lina: "Don't worry about them."
Fucheng looked back at her.
Lina smiled and said: "Tsuna Teiichi, I have heard of this name before. He is only 29 years old, and he is already a professor of the Department of Physics at the University of Tokyo. He is a well-known talented physicist in the physics world. Reid seems to be the same as Tsuna Teiichi I know him. Now he should be looking for Su Fei's help, and wants to write a warm and friendly invitation letter, asking Zinnadi to help study whether the magnetic storm may affect the MCD magnetic debris detector of the aircraft."
As soon as the words fell, a punk teenager exclaimed in the office: "Fuck, are you really going to do this? You are not afraid that someone will beat you to death!"
Zhuo Huan pushed him back on the chair: "Shut up, just do it."
Su Fei: "Is there anyone who asks for help like this? Send someone a computer virus first."
Fucheng: "..."
Lina: "..."
No one knows what kind of enthusiastic invitation letter Zhuohuan wrote, asking Professor Tsuna Teiichi for help. In short, two days later, the investigation headquarters received an email from the University of Tokyo.
"To UAAG:
Experiments have begun.
PS: There is no need to send a computer virus to deliberately provoke, this is the JAL 917 accident, I will never refuse.
PSS: Jun Zhuo, I look forward to seeing you again at the next World Physics Congress.
Emperor Tsunai one. 』
Su Fei: "It's murderous."
Zhuo Huan sneered, he didn't take Emperor Jinnai's reply seriously at all.
In private, Su Fei couldn't help complaining to Fucheng: "Have you ever seen someone begging for help like this? He said that Emperor Tsunai is a very cold-blooded person, and he never cares about things that have nothing to do with his experimental subject. So please If he helps, you must let him notice. Otherwise, even if you send him an email, he may throw it in the mailbox as spam, and don't even look at it. But it's not so begging... "
Fucheng looked at him with raised eyebrows: "What kind of computer virus did you create?"
Su Fei immediately became proud: "It's a mutated macro virus. I sneakily stuffed a document on his computer desktop with the title of his recent research topic. He opened it, and as soon as I opened it, I immediately deleted all his word files. The document is locked. To open the document, you have to reply to all the emails in the mailbox. Surely you can see our emails now, what a genius I am!"
Fucheng: "..."
I see you don't seem to feel guilty at all...
You UAAG are really the same breed!
Nine days later, Teiichi Tsuna sent a 178-page email.
"About the JAL Flight 917 accident, the following assumptions are made—"'
"When the closed electromagnetic field is affected by the external magnetic field, if the curl reaches a certain critical point, can the magnetic field be kept stable and conserved."
"Experiment 1, detection of electric displacement flux velocity..."
Lina printed out the 178-page paper and distributed it to all the investigators present.
In this paper, Zinnaide proposed six possibilities, from displacement current to vortex electric field. Finally, after 143 experiments, the first five hypotheses were all directly rejected by Zinnaide.
Only the last one got his affirmation.
"Experiments have proved that when the closed electromagnetic field rubs against each other, there is a certain probability to form a relatively stable and balanced vortex electric field... When the plane lands, due to changes in speed and air pressure, there is a certain probability that the balance of the magnetic field that is on the verge of collapse will be destroyed, and magnetic weakening will occur... "
"...the hypothesis was successful 1 in 78 trials."
"The above are all laboratory theories, and no real aircraft experiments have been conducted on the Maifei F435 aircraft."
"Here I suggest that UAAG fully simulate the route of JAL 917 and conduct a simulated test flight according to the flight data of JAL 917."
"I have sent a specially designed magnetic detector to Finland, please install it on the McFly F435 engine. According to the report of the Russian Meteorological Agency, a small-scale solar wind magnetic storm will erupt in the Arctic Circle on August 27, 2020. Suggestions A simulated test flight will be carried out on the evening of the 27th, and the data obtained from the test flight will prove my theory to a certain extent."
"Good luck to everyone."
"Tsuna Teiichi."
Zhuo Huan was the first to read the 178-page thesis. Ten minutes later, Fucheng also finished watching it.
The next second after reading the paper, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.
The elegant and handsome young man looked calm and stared at the man intently.
His gaze was calm but deep, Zhuo Huan quickly noticed it, slowly raised his head, and looked at Fu Cheng as well.
After the four eyes met, there was a long silence.
Gradually, more and more investigators also read the paper.
Maybe they didn't fully understand Tsuna Teiichi's physical theory, but they just need to know: It is indeed possible that JAL 917 crashed because of a polar magnetic storm, although this possibility is only 1 in 78.
After Old Joseph finished reading the paper, he was stunned for a while, then looked up at Fucheng.
At this time, Su Fei also finished reading the paper: "What are these things? I really don't like physics, so I finally came to the conclusion that the air crash may indeed be caused by a magnetic storm? That's what it means, right? Eh, Why don't you talk, what are you doing?"
The next moment, Su Fei came to his senses: "Damn it, don't you want us to test the flight again?!"
At the end of the email, Tsunadei wrote in bold letters—
"It is hereby suggested that UAAG... simulate a flight test. 』
Old Joseph: "Simulating an air crash and re-testing the flight, this kind of thing has happened. In 1996, TWA Flight 800 exploded in the air shortly after take-off. One year later, NTSB re-tested the aircraft in order to confirm whether there was a loophole in the design of the fuel tank. The TWA 800 crash was simulated, and a test pilot flew the same type of aircraft under the same conditions, and it was finally confirmed that the crash was caused by Boeing’s design mistakes.”
Lina also frowned: "So you want to find a McFly F435 and fly it exactly the same again? Can Professor Jinna guarantee that there will be no accidents this time?"
Old Joseph was silent and said nothing.
The corner of Su Fei's mouth twitched: "What kind of strange professor is this? Isn't this going to send people to death! Although the magnetic storm may not be as severe as half a year ago, it is still a magnetic storm. I also deliberately chose August 27th, the day with the strongest magnetic storm. Flying for a day, this horse riding is crazy!"
After discussing for a while, the EASA investigators sent a representative to Zhuo Huan and said, "Mr. Patrick, we will contact the EASA headquarters later and send a professional test pilot directly from the Air Force. As for how to completely To reproduce the accident conditions of JAL 917, we need to confirm with you.”
Zhuo Huan glanced casually at Fucheng, then looked away: "Well, there are still two days until the 27th. In addition to the test pilot, we need to prepare another Maifei F435."
"Okay, I'll report it right away."
EASA investigators are busy again.
EASA quickly transferred a McFly F435 from Finnair. In order to reproduce the accident, the aircraft they found had almost the same flight hours as the JAL 917.
The next day, the RAF sent an Air Force test pilot to Helsinki.
In the afternoon, the special magnetic sensor designed by Tsuna Teiichi was also sent to the investigation headquarters.
Everything is ready.
The day before the test flight, the test pilot transferred from the UK was still reading the accident investigation materials of the air crash.
If he wants to reproduce it perfectly and be foolproof, he must know the JAL 917 crash like the back of his hand.
The sky was getting dark, and all the preparations were done ahead of time, just waiting for the test flight the next night.
Zhuo Huan casually tore off the rubber cord from the back of his head, and threw it on the table. He seemed a little irritable, took out the lighter from the drawer, and went downstairs.
It's an endless wilderness.
The Nordic countries are always so vast and sparsely populated, the flat land can't see the end at a glance. The huge round sun sank slowly from the sky, and the rays of the sun spread like a magnificent aurora, illuminating half of the skyline.
With a "click", the lighter ignited the cigarette.
A gust of moist sea breeze blows over the face, blowing the long black hair to the back of the head, and blowing the rising smoke traces into restless folds.
"Test pilots are usually involved in the design of an aircraft from the very beginning and they know the aircraft they are going to fly inside the back of their necks."
Zhuo Huan turned his head.
In the dark night, under the starry sky, a beautiful and delicate young man walked out from the door of the two-story building, approached him step by step, and walked to his side.
The cold wind blew his thin coat, outlining a tall, thin but thin curve.
For the first time, Zhuo Huan realized that this member of his team seemed particularly thin, not at all like he had been in the Air Force.
Fucheng: "He is a test pilot of the Air Force, and the planes he flies are often fighter jets. The McFly F435 is a very popular civil aviation airliner. There is no doubt that the test pilot must have flown this aircraft. It is much easier to fly a commercial airliner than a fighter jet. Much. But, he was never the best guy…”
The voice stopped, Fu Cheng raised his head, and looked straight into Zhuo Huan's eyes.
"Everyone knows that there is only one best candidate for a test pilot—"
"that's me."
Zhuo Huan quietly looked at the stubborn and persistent young man in front of him. The man in front of him showed a calm and fearless appearance, but in this cold wind, he was like a strong grass that could withstand the wind and rain without twisting.
Strong, determined, confident, with an indestructible will and determination.
Like a blazing fire in the dark night, it steals the light of the moon and competes with the sun for brilliance.
After a long time, he puffed out the smoke ring and said with a smile, "Everyone? You are very confident."
"Zhuohuan, since when did you want me to test fly this plane?"
The hand holding the cigarette trembled for a moment, Zhuo Huan put away the false and frivolous smile on his face, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the young man in front of him.
"Where's your teacher Zhuo?"
Fucheng did not respond.
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Oh, since when? At the beginning. Before you were transferred to UAAG, when you made this transfer decision..."
"I decided to choose you to test fly this plane. You are the best pilot and the most suitable candidate."
"No force, no order. EASA test pilots are in the small building behind you."
"But Fucheng..."
"You can choose for yourself whether to fly this plane or not to find out the truth about the Japan Airlines 917 crash."
After a long silence, Fucheng heard himself say this in a calm voice: "So I was transferred to UAAG at the beginning because you thought that if you want to find out the truth about the JAL 917 accident, you might need a test flight? Why?"
Zhuo Huan exhaled the smoke ring and was about to speak, but the black-haired young man had already given him the answer.
"Because you are Zhuo Huan."
Taking a deep look at the other party, Fu Cheng turned around and left, his thin figure gradually disappeared into the night, and entered the small building without looking back.
Behind him, Zhuo Huan held a cigarette between his fingers, and looked at the back of the young man walking away step by step without blinking.
Her lips moved, her fingers trembled slightly, and a strong and soft wind blew from afar, hitting her chest with a buzzing sound.
"Hold!"
The fire from the cigarette had burned down to his finger, the man cursed in pain and threw the cigarette to the ground.
Five minutes later, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and returned to the second floor of the investigation headquarters with an unhappy expression on his face.
Seeing him coming back, Fu Cheng looked up at him and stood up.
He called UAAG investigators and several senior EASA investigators together, and said without changing his face: "Tomorrow night's test flight, I would like to make a suggestion... I will conduct the test flight."