Half a floor is UAAG's territory. Lina picked up the folder on Fucheng's desk, bypassed the miniature green plant fountain, passed through three long metal hollow glass doors, and came to the printing room.
Yes, there are only five people in UAAG, and there is also a dedicated printing room. There are three Brother printers and four Océ copiers inside, more people than UAAG, and they seem to be anti-customer.
The only advantage of having too many copiers is probably saving time and being able to copy documents at the same time.
Three minutes later, Lina returned to the office area with the five copied documents. She also stopped by the reference room to put back the original American Airlines 3157 accident. The blond girl was wearing a tight-fitting dress, which outlined her slim figure. She smiled and said, "I think the originals of this kind of materials should be kept well and put in the reference room. What do you think?"
Zhuo Huan didn't care about such small things: "It's up to you."
Everyone picked up the information on American Airlines 3157 and looked at it.
Just now when Zhuo Huan asked Fu Cheng if he had read this document, Fu Cheng replied that he had not. But American Airlines 3157 is quite well-known in the aviation industry, and he actually knew about the accident.
On July 13, 1996, US Airways Flight 3157 took off from Seattle, bound for Salt Lake City. At 17:13 in the afternoon, the plane suddenly dived down and plunged into the Great Salt Lake 40 kilometers away from Salt Lake City. All 135 passengers and 7 crew members on board were killed.
The Great Salt Lake covers an area of 3,525 square kilometers, but its average water depth is only 4.9 meters. The plane plummeted from a height of 20,000 feet, and its impact was hardly like water, but more like land.
The crashed plane was a Boeing 737 model private airliner with a height of 11 meters. Just like an adult strayed into a children's swimming area, the plane was extremely eye-catching and out of place on the lake. Shortly after the rescuers arrived at the scene, they found the wreckage of the plane by helicopter.
However, it was already late at night, and a deeper search was difficult to carry out. At noon on the second day, NTSB investigators arrived at the scene, and at 14:31 in the afternoon, they fished out the black box next to a hidden reef in the Great Salt Lake.
"This accident is really fresh in my memory." Joseph Sr. was deeply moved. "I hadn't been an investigator at the NTSB at the time, and I happened to be a pilot of US Airways. As soon as this incident happened, US Airways' stock price plummeted, and the company immediately Grounded all Boeing 737s in the U.S. It's a pity I was flying an Airbus and the 737 guys were off for two months."
Fu Cheng was surprised: "You used to be a pilot of US Airways?"
Old Joseph straightened the top button of his messy and loose shirt, pulled back his short hair, and smiled deeply: "Isn't it? I joined NTSB in 2003 and became an air crash investigator. Oh, V , Su, why do you all look at me with such shocked eyes, don’t I really not look like an excellent captain?”
Su Fei blurted out: "It's not like that!"
"It's really hurtful. But I have evidence. I resigned from the United States and transferred to NTSB. It was not a whim, but a reason." Old Joseph smiled. He put the folder on the table and bent over He raised his trousers.
The cold luster of the metal suddenly caught everyone's eyes, and there was a moment of silence in the office.
Old Joseph put his trousers back and said with a smile: "On January 17, 2003, US Airways Flight 384 crashed. I am the captain."
Everyone didn't say any more on this topic.
Fucheng quickly looked at the information of Perfect Aviation 3157. He looked at Zhuo Huan and frowned: "The NTSB stopped investigating this accident twenty-three years ago. Ten minutes before the accident, it was turned off. That is to say, the black box could not provide any accident information at all."
Su Fei quickly interjected: "The black box is closed? How did it close? Human or machine failure?"
Old Joseph smiled: "You mean, the legendary Richard swoops?"
Su Fei was taken aback for a moment, and then: "Fuck?! This is the legendary Richard dive?!" He hurriedly flipped the accident information to the page of the crew information, and pointed to the captain's name: "Richard Law Lund... it really is him, Richard swoops!"
Richard's dive is a very well-known meme in the aviation industry, and his reputation is comparable to another famous accident in the industry-Air France Flight 447 accident. Even outsiders are shocked by this.
— American Airlines Richard loves to dive, Air France Bonin can pull the lever.
The former piloted an American Airlines 737, and in a magical way, putt hard, rushed straight down, and fell headlong into the Great Salt Lake.
The latter was in the sky over the Atlantic Ocean, pulling the rod of the inexplicable god, and successfully sent the plane into the vast and vast ocean.
Regarding the American Airlines accident, the public speculates that the captain had suicidal tendencies due to personal reasons. So he kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. So the black box was closed manually by him.
"Don't you read all the information?" Zhuo Huan sneered, "Richard's dive was just a joke, no one said it was the truth. There is another speculation about this accident, it may be that the rudder had a mechanical failure."
Su Fei immediately turned the information to the last few pages.
"The servo valve of the rudder has a slight potential failure. In the four years from 1993 to 1996, there were 11 failures..."
Fu Cheng had already read all the information, and he reached out and knocked on the table: "So, the black box may be closed due to a malfunction, or it may be closed manually. The reason why the plane dived and crashed may be man-made or mechanical. glitch. So now we're bringing this accident up again, for what?"
Zhuo Huan looked up at him, folded his hands, and said lightly: "Boeing 737, I have dismantled one."
Everyone: "..."
You go on.
After a big gasp, after admiring everyone's mixed expressions, Zhuo Huan raised the corner of his mouth, and continued: "The Boeing 737 model of American Airlines has about six million parts. Fortunately, the Great Salt Lake is indeed very Shallow, the deepest point is only eleven meters, and the place where 3157 crashed, the water depth is only 4.6 meters, so almost all aircraft parts have been salvaged. If there is no black box, there is no way to prove what happened when the plane crashed, then there is another way... "
Fu Cheng suddenly realized what the solution was, but he looked at Zhuo Huan hesitantly, feeling that it was impossible.
Then he heard the man say, "Check all six million parts."
Everyone: "..."
Su Fei: "Sister Lina, you can go to eat at eleven o'clock at noon, can you? Do we have three meals?"
Old Joseph: "I want to drink, where is a good bar."
Fu Cheng was about to speak, but found a certain man staring at him expressionlessly. He had an inexplicable illusion that if he, together with Su Fei and old Joseph, ignored Master Zhuo, something catastrophic would happen.
After a moment of silence, Fucheng said seriously: "Six million parts, do you think it's realistic?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at Fucheng.
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadfastly, and then smiled: "Who said we need to check six million pieces. JAL JL917, when I was in Finland, did I ask you to check the whole plane?"
For a month, they only checked the plane's engines.
Fucheng suddenly realized: "You mean..."
Zhuo Huan: "It's nothing." He looked at Lina, "Contact the NTSB, I'm interested in this accident."
Lina didn't answer, but looked at everyone with a smile.
Zhuo Huan frowned slightly: "Lina?"
Lina: "I suddenly felt that we finally became a team."
Zhuo Huan: "Huh?"
Lina smiled slightly: "It's nothing. By the way, I moved to a new house recently, and I would like to invite everyone to my house to celebrate and have a party next weekend."
***
UAAG is a multinational aircraft accident investigation organization.
Most of the time, UAAG is entrusted by countries to assist in the investigation of aircraft accidents. But airplanes are the safest means of transportation in the world, and air accidents are rare. When there is no sudden accident or commission, UAAG will choose to investigate some unresolved air accidents by itself.
In the following week, everyone was checking information related to American Airlines 3157.
Lina has already contacted NTSB, who welcomes UAAG to come to the United States to investigate the air crash 24 years ago. And they kept the complete wreckage of the plane. If someone really wants to check the whole plane up and down, inside and out, NTSB doesn't mind, but they still need to prepare.
On the weekend, the rare good weather and crisp autumn air.
Entering October and the National Day holiday, the number of tourists visiting Shanghai has increased. Fucheng took a taxi an hour earlier, and went to the opposite community to pick up Su Fei and old Joseph, and the three of them went to Lina's new home together.
The car was stuck on the elevated highway for more than half an hour, and when it arrived, the time was just right.
The perimeter of Lina's residential area is a red brick wall that grows endlessly, and the lush plane trees stretch out their branches, covering the sky and the sun. When the wind blew slightly, the ground fell golden, as if a layer of golden carpet was laid on the asphalt road.
The taxi drove across this golden road, crushing sycamore leaves, and only heard the sound of clicking.
The car is not allowed to go in. The three got out of the car and searched for Lina's house with gifts.
After searching for a long time, I found Lina's house among dozens of villas. Su Fei couldn't wait to ring the doorbell, and the electronic monitoring door opened in response. The three walked in, and Lina had already opened the door and was waiting for them.
"Reid's here early and I'm making a salad, do you want to help?"
Fucheng raised his eyebrows in surprise: ... Sarah
Su Fei exclaimed directly: "Salad?! No, we will only eat salad at our party today?"
Lina was surprised: "I like salad very much, don't you like it?"
The three guests who were still standing at the door looked at each other, and finally entered the door with complicated expressions.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old man sitting on a white wool blanket, leaning back against the foot of the sofa, holding a handle and lazily playing games. Hearing that the three people from Fucheng were coming, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but instead rolled up his sleeves and played a new game.
Lina: "Want to take a tour?"
Su Fei had been observing for a long time, and when he heard this, he immediately said, "Think!"
Lina led everyone around, and when they returned to the first floor, Fucheng saw that the man had put down the handle and was holding a mobile phone, not knowing what he was looking at. He was wearing a white shirt, and he stepped on the wool carpet with bare feet, his hair was randomly tied behind his head, he yawned suddenly, and then turned his head to look this way.
Fu Cheng quickly retracted his gaze.
Zhuo Huan didn't notice his gaze, but sneered at Su Fei: "Whoever claims, gets the evidence."
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan picked his ears: "Don't you want to eat hot pot? You have been talking about it since you entered the door. Then you go to buy ingredients and base materials. You advocate..." He raised his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger, "You Grocery shopping."
Su Fei: "..."
"Buy it and buy it!"
Su Fei and old Joseph had long put aside salads and only wanted to eat hot pot. The two held their mobile phones full of righteous indignation, rejected Lina's kind persuasion "don't be angry, Reid didn't mean that", and went out noisily. However, as soon as they went out, the two looked at each other...
"Hey hey, I can finally eat hot pot!"
Fucheng said meaningfully: "Finally, my wish has come true."
Lina winked at him, gave a soft "shush", and said, "Fu, do you want to make Thousand Island Sauce with me?"
Fucheng does not think that he has superb cooking skills, but one thing that makes Western-style meals simpler than Chinese-style meals is that their recipes are always written in an easy-to-understand manner, and it is difficult to make mistakes. He smiled and said, "I'm so happy." Then he came to the open western-style kitchen and helped Lina make her favorite salad.
The kitchen was facing the living room, Fu Cheng raised his head slightly, and saw the man leaning on the sofa, raising his hands above his head, looking up at the phone screen. From his angle, only Zhuo Huan's slightly drooping eyelashes can be seen. Suddenly, a music sounded.
Zhuo Huan stood up: "I'm going to answer the phone."
The man strode out of the living room, walked up the stairs, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
Suddenly, everyone left. In the living room, only the humming of the mixer can be heard.
"I made a bet with Reid earlier."
Fu Cheng turned his head and looked at Lina.
While washing the carrots, Lina said: "Because there is no bet, Reid doesn't want to know the truth, but I still want to know. I have known Reid for many years, and I hardly ever beat him. In my memory, there are only about three times." .”
Fu Cheng: "What bet?"
Lina turned off the faucet, and she looked up at Fucheng: "The night before we left Finland, we went to the bar to drink together. I told Reid that Old Joseph must be secretly telling you that he and I are in a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. I came to UAAG because Reid was here."
Fu Cheng smiled: "Why did you suddenly mention this?"
Lina: "So I guessed right?"
Fucheng spread his hands.
Lina smiled: "Look, I beat Reid for the fourth time."
So you really are in this relationship
The sentence stayed in his throat for a few seconds, but he didn't say it.
Fu Cheng: "It seems that you didn't come to UAAG because of Mr. Zhuo."
Lina: "You can't say that. Just like Reid is always particularly interested in the accident cases where the black box fails, everyone always has their own unique preferences. I like airplanes very much since I was a child, but it's a pity that I don't have the talent in this area, so I didn't To be an aircraft designer. Hearing that Reid founded UAAG, I came here on the spur of the moment and thought of this simple dream.”
Hearing the words "the black box is invalid", Fu Cheng's eyes darkened. But he smiled and said calmly: "I never knew that Mr. Zhuo was interested in airplane accidents where the black box failed."
Lina didn't think too much: "Didn't you find out? From Finland, Japan Airlines JL917, the black box was not repaired until half a year later. And this time, American Airlines 3157, the black box did not record any information. Oh yes, I remember Four years ago, the Log Air Flight 318 accident, the black box has been sunk in the Pacific Ocean, and has not been found so far... "
"This is Reid's first aircraft accident and he's very interested in it."
The author has something to say:
The prototype of American Airlines 3157 accident was SilkAir accident 185. The captain was not named Richard, but his surname was Zhu, who was the famous Zhu's dive.
For this kind of air accident that cannot be said to be conclusive, let's just make up a fictional case. After all, there is no answer, so don't blame anyone.
American Airlines: ? ? ? Wait, then why is it on me? !
Fuwa: It's your turn to be unlucky (????)