The magnetic sensor detector specially made by the Physics Laboratory of the University of Tokyo is a black rectangular box, 30 centimeters long and 20 centimeters wide, only one finger high.
The ground crew of Finnair installed this small "black box" into the aircraft's engine for a magnetic induction test.
"OK, you can test the flight."
The test flight proposed by Tei Tsuna does not mean that it must be repeated exactly the same.
If you really want to repeat it, you need the test pilot to fly to Tokyo, run to Haneda Airport, and then fly the plane to Finland. All he wanted was a copy of the real machine test data.
Professor Tsuna's assumptions and demonstrations of the Japan Airlines 917 accident were all carried out in laboratory conditions. He used artificially simulated magnetic fields. He needs to confirm that when the plane really takes off, it can indeed have a special reaction with the geomagnetic field.
It is not necessary to collect exactly the same data as the laboratory, as long as it reaches a certain experimental data value, it is ok.
Vantaa Airport, Helsinki, Finland, August 27, 2020.
Since the morning, investigators from EASA have been conducting flight tests on the McFly F435.
The Finnish Aviation Administration has deliberately opened up an alternate runway for this test flight.
Dozens of ground crew inspected the entire plane from the inside to the outside carefully twice, and added fuel to the plane. At 18:03 in the afternoon, the officials of the Finnish Aviation Authority and the UAAG members came out of the VIP lounge, and the two sides had a pleasant talk. They didn't go to the boarding gate, but stood in the terminal building, looking at the plane in front of them through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Middle-aged official: "There is still an hour, and the plane is about to take off."
Lina smiled: "Yes, according to the time calculation, V should be ready to board the plane."
As soon as the words were finished, an imposing young man came out from the first floor of the terminal building. He walked towards the huge and majestic plane step by step, and did not board the plane immediately, but went around the plane and carefully checked it for any omissions.
Before flying the plane, the pilot must personally carry out the final check on the plane.
This is usually the responsibility of the co-pilot, but there is only one pilot in Fucheng on this plane, and all tasks are entrusted to him alone.
It took fifteen minutes to confirm that the fuselage was not damaged, and Fucheng was ready to board the plane.
However, he did not walk up the boarding ladder immediately, but stood in front of the nose of the plane and raised his head. Looking through the black brim, he looked in the direction of the terminal building from afar.
The distance between the plane and the terminal building was tens of meters, it was already dusk, the light was dim, and against the light, even Fucheng couldn't see who those people in the terminal building were. But he knew that everyone at UAAG was standing there, watching him.
Just like the last glance of the dawn goddess Eos gazing at her lover Tithonus, which was long and long, Fucheng also raised his head calmly and looked at his partners in the terminal building.
After a long time, he nodded towards those vain figures, and then signed the confirmation form handed over by the ground staff.
Then, turn around and walk up the airstairs.
The earth swallowed the last rays of the setting sun at this moment, the terminal building was brightly lit, but the cockpit was dark.
Turn on the main power switch.
Turn on the navigation lights.
Turn on inertial navigation, perform calibration...
Flight taxi to alternate runway.
Turn on the right engine, wait for it to start, then turn on the left engine...
Fucheng: "Finland Airlines flight AY032, everything is ready, please take off."
Inside the terminal building, Old Joseph held a radio communicator in his hand, and the young man's slightly deep voice came out of the black communicator.
Old Joseph clenched the communicator and issued a task to the tower: "Allow takeoff."
The ground control tower at Vantaa Airport immediately said: "Finnair AY032, ground wind speed 15 knots, wind direction... permission to take off."
In the cockpit, after receiving the permission from the tower to take off, Fu Chengcheng looked ahead calmly, his hand gently and steadily held the throttle lever of the plane, and slowly pushed it up. If someone is watching at this time, they will find that the speed at which he pushes the accelerator is almost unchanged.
Smooth, stable, ultimate safety.
The engine made a dull and heavy hum, and the plane moved slowly on the runway. The speed was getting faster and faster, and at the moment when it reached 256 kilometers per hour, there was a faint sound of breaking through the air, the nose of the plane was raised suddenly, and the vacant seats on the plane trembled slightly One click, and then the plane lifted off the ground and rushed into the sky!
Then there is the extremely smooth flight.
It was so smooth that it was almost boring, as if it hadn't taken off at all, and was still docked on the ground.
Inside the terminal building, everyone looked at the departing plane and breathed a sigh of relief.
Old Joseph just breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled again: "Why are we relaxing, the real difficulty is just beginning now. It will take about an hour to wait and drive the plane to the expected magnetic field detection location."
The official of the Finnish Aviation Administration laughed: "Then let's go to the lounge and wait?"
Watching Fucheng take off just now, knowing that such a trivial matter as taking off is easy for Fucheng, Su Fei was still so nervous that his hands were sweating, for fear of accidents. Now at least the plane took off smoothly, and the punk boy heaved a sigh of relief. He seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked around.
Su Fei was surprised and said, "That's right, where did RIP go? I haven't seen him since just now, and he hasn't come back from the bathroom yet?"
Hearing this, Lina showed a helpless smile.
Old Joseph was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched.
Only Su Fei and the officials still don't understand what happened.
Old Joseph didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's still too late to return, how about I notify the control tower and ask the tower to notify Fucheng again?"
Lina: "Forget it, no one can stop what he is going to do."
Su Fei looked confused: "??? What are you talking about, who? Who is going to do something?"
At the same time, Fucheng had already flown the plane out of the range of Helsinki.
The Maifei F435 uses a fly-by-wire system, and the climbing stage after takeoff can be directly controlled by the computer. Fucheng was not idle either, he picked up a strange black "calculator" and observed the data on it.
This is the magnetic field strength monitor sent by Teiichi Tsuna from Tokyo, and it was sent together with the magnetic sensor.
The data measured by the magnetic sensor detector will be transmitted to this monitor in real time. Although this is just backup data, the real data is completely transmitted to the black box of the aircraft to ensure that the records are complete and can be preserved even if there is an accident.
Fushiro looked at the jumping numbers on it. To be honest, he could roughly understand the paper written by Teiichi Tsuna, but he had no idea what the numbers displayed on this monitor meant.
Soon, the number on the monitor jumped to 137 for a while, and changed to 3 for a while, with great fluctuations.
"Could it be broken?"
Although it should not be questioned to the professor of physics at Dongda University, the crazy jumping numbers on it really made Fucheng doubtful.
Just as he was considering whether to contact the ground and report the strangely fluctuating numbers on the monitor, suddenly, a faint crash sounded in the empty cabin of the plane.
Fu Cheng raised his head suddenly, his expression changed.
After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the strange noise coming from behind him, but he didn't take it lightly. Gently putting the monitor aside, unfastening the seat belt, Fu Cheng tiptoed up.
A baton is placed inside the cockpit of Maifei F435. If someone hijacks the plane, the pilot can save himself at the last moment. Fucheng found the security box with ease, took out his baton, and walked to the door of the cockpit step by step.
Holding the baton tightly with both hands, his eyes were fixed on the handle of the cockpit door.
Just when Fucheng was thinking about whether to open the door or trust the safety door in the cockpit of the plane, which cannot even be blown open, there was a crisp key turning sound.
... What the hell? !
The pupils widened suddenly, and before Fucheng recovered from the shock, the safety door was pushed open from the outside.
It was almost a subconscious reaction, his expression turned cold, he held a baton, and hit it hard.
Zhuo Huan opened the door leisurely, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw the batons coming towards him. He shrank his eyes and avoided it sideways as fast as he could, but he was still hit by the baton on his right arm. His whole body sank, almost kneeling on one knee, staggering to finally stabilize his body.
The next moment, he raised his head and said angrily, "Fuck!"
"V, city!"
Fucheng: "..."
Fortunately, although it was just a test flight this time, there was not a single thing that should be on the plane. Fucheng quickly found the medicine box in the preparation room.
The man was sitting in the passenger seat, and his right arm was still paralyzed and unable to move. Seeing that Fu Cheng took the medicine kit and returned to the cockpit, Zhuo Huan sneered and pulled out a "tsk" from his throat.
Fucheng glanced at him calmly, then squatted down without changing his expression.
"Take off your clothes."
Zhuo Huan looked at him coldly.
Fucheng: "Take it off, I'll give you medicine."
Zhuohuan: "I'm sorry."
Fu Cheng paused, he raised his head, and said calmly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with hitting a stowaway who shouldn't be on the plane."
Zhuohuan: "..."
day.
Fucheng: "I'll take you back."
Zhuo Huan took off his coat with difficulty with his left hand, and said, "Go back now and take off again, at least two hours will be wasted going back and forth."
Fu Cheng pondered: "Did you deliberately wait for me to fly out of the Finnish border before showing up? So even if you want to send you back, you won't be able to go back?"
Enduring the sharp pain in his arm, Zhuo Huan looked at the young man in front of him looking up at him, and thought: It seems that since last night, this man has never said "Teacher Zhuo" and called out "you"
Without answering the question, Zhuo Huan took off his coat.
He was wearing a T-shirt underneath, and it was unrealistic to think of taking off the T-shirt by himself at this time, and his right arm couldn't move at all.
Seeing this, Fucheng put the medicine box on the ground, and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt with both hands.
Fingers could not avoid touching the thin and firm muscles of the man's abdomen, Fu Cheng's fingers trembled slightly, Zhuo Huan leaned on the back of the chair, it seemed that he was not at all moved by the young man's fingers touching his skin. He lowered his head and watched Fu Cheng help him undress.
After taking off the T-shirt, at an altitude of 20,000 feet, the clear moonlight sprinkled on the man's beautiful and elegant muscle curves, giving off a radiant luster, just like the handsome sun god in mythology, a powerful man The hormones are rushing.
This man always looks lazy and casual, but who knows, he actually has a good figure.
Because of the squatting posture, Fucheng faced those four thin abdominal muscles.
Pursing his lips, he looked away indifferently, opened the medicine box, and began to dispense medicine for Zhuo Huan.
The cold potion was applied to the red and swollen wound, and the sour feeling penetrated the nerve cells and penetrated into the brain. This was more painful than when he was beaten, so painful that Zhuo Huan could hardly control his expression.
Smiling back from the pain, Zhuo Huan said, "Are all air force pilots like this when they are so ruthless?"
Fucheng was silent for a while: "You should be glad that I saw you the moment I started, otherwise now I can only find a nearby airport to make an emergency landing and send it to the hospital immediately, maybe I can still be saved."
Zhuohuan: "Fucheng."
Fucheng raised his head.
At this moment, the plane flew into the solar particle-prone area, and the magnificent to gorgeous cyan aurora exploded, passing through the front window glass of the cockpit of the plane, rolling down with overwhelming beauty, taking people's breath away.
This beautiful light was reflected in the dark-haired young man's eyes, a pair of black pupils seemed to be crystal clear glass.
And it was looking at itself clearly.
For a moment, all the words I wanted to say were choked in my throat.
After a long time, Zhuo Huan raised the corners of his lips, opened his mouth, and said a word silently.
Fucheng: "... Teacher Zhuo, what did you just say?"
Zhuohuan: "Nothing."