"Leon Lorraine, the captain of Martha Flight 123, was 28 years old and had 1632 hours of flying time. He died at 3 am on the 4th."
Under the bright and dazzling light, a four-inch passport photo of the captain was pasted on the whiteboard, and the high-wattage incandescent lamp shone on the smooth photo paper, reflecting a layer of light.
The photo shows a young man with brown hair and a warm smile. He is wearing a neat captain's uniform, with four stripes on his shoulders, symbolizing professionalism, knowledge, technology and responsibility.
Zhuo Huan wrote down the captain's name beside the photo, looked up at Fu Cheng: "What did his family say?"
It took a whole night for Fucheng to communicate with the families of the two pilots who died. However, he frowned, apparently the result of this exchange was not satisfactory: "I didn't get much useful information. Captain Lorraine's wife is a full-time housewife, and his husband rarely mentioned his work. According to his wife , He joined Martha Airlines last year and only became the captain in August this year. At that time, they went out to have dinner specially to celebrate Lorraine's promotion to captain."
Fucheng printed out all the information obtained from the conversation and distributed it to the investigators present. He said: "Lorraine has worked in many small airlines before. There are many small airlines in Europe, and he held the position of co-pilot in these companies. He was not promoted to captain until Masa Airlines. The airline side According to the information, Lorraine has no bad flight records, and his flight training has always been above pass. However, Lorraine's parents died early, and he grew up in a welfare institution. His wife is a full-time housewife, so his captain works It is the only source of income for the whole family. His wife said that he works very hard and works very hard.”
Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng looked at each other, he picked up the marker pen, and wrote a line next to the captain's photo.
"The economy is under heavy pressure, the new captain. 』
Zhuo Huan: "It should be noted that the captain does not have rich flying experience and is under great financial pressure. Go ahead and ask his wife if Lorraine has any other part-time jobs besides normal flying work." The last sentence It was said to Fucheng.
Fu Cheng nodded: "Okay."
Flying is an extremely physical activity that requires a high degree of concentration and reflexes.
The laws of each country have strict regulations on the rest time of pilots, requiring them to get sufficient and quality sleep before taking off. This sleep time is different from country to country, but most of them are not less than ten hours.
Fu Cheng looked at the smile of the young captain on the whiteboard, his eyes gradually became serious. If it is said that due to the heavy financial burden, the captain secretly engaged in part-time work and did not get enough rest. Then his attention and concentration when flying the plane, as well as the technology he can demonstrate, are very doubtful.
Zhuo Huan flipped through the captain's relevant information, he walked to the other side of the whiteboard, and stood next to the photo of co-pilot Gerard Truffaut: "How is Gerard Truffaut's family said?"
Fu Cheng showed a complicated expression: "His situation is a bit special."
Gao Yun, who was sitting on the side, turned and looked at him: "What?"
Fucheng sighed: "Gerard Truffaut, 26 years old, co-pilot of Martha Flight 123, with 823 flight hours, passed away at 13:00 on the 3rd. One thing is already known, he He is the heir of the Truffaut Group. But according to Gerard’s friend Lina, Gerald was driven out of the house four years ago and has not returned home for four years. As for the reason why he ran away from home, he wanted to be a pilot, and his parents didn't agree."
Everyone suddenly realized: "That's why he is in a little-known small airline."
"Yes." Fu Chengdao, "There are too many airlines in Europe. If you don't have an excellent resume or a special background, it is difficult to get into a big airline. Even if you get into a big airline, it is very difficult to become a pilot. Therefore, many pilots with ordinary backgrounds will choose advanced small airlines to accumulate flight hours. They will wait for the opportunity to enter a large company. At that time, the flight hours they have accumulated will become their qualifications.”
Everyone looked at Gerald's resume.
Fucheng: "Geral's talent in flying is average. He failed twice in the two test items of 'approach' and 'pieter tube icing'. He joined Martha Aviation in April this year. Started flying this Martha 123 in August. Due to the severed relationship with his family, the co-pilot’s salary is limited, and Gerald is also relatively tight financially.”
This answer was beyond everyone's expectations, and there was a burst of embarrassment.
Who would have thought that the heir to the famous Truffaut family would live a very poor life.
Zhuo Huan: "I'll also check to see if he has a part-time job."
Fucheng: "Okay. By the way, the old Joseph said before that the names of these two pilots are not on the staff list of Martha Airlines, and Martha Flight 123 is not a Marsa Airlines plane. I asked the family members about this matter. They They thought the pilots were working for M&S because they had been flying that plane all the time."
Zhuo Huan nodded lightly: "I have asked old Joseph to go to England on this matter, go directly to Martha Aviation headquarters, and ask about the situation."
The information on the pilots can only go so far. Before the old Joseph got more information, everyone's eyes turned away from the two pilots who died.
Zhuo Huan looked at Su Fei: "How about the black box?"
Su Fei was immediately discouraged: "It's a little more serious than I thought. When the plane hit the mountain, it was about 200 knots per hour. You know, it was climbing. So the speed when it hit the mountain was too high, and the whole plane was smashed into pieces." Well, I didn't expect that even the black box was affected a lot. I did a simple repair and it didn't work. I took the black box on a trip to France this afternoon and went to the ATR company headquarters to fix it. They have more professional computers. "
"How long will it take?"
"At least a week."
"OK, you will go to France with EASA investigators in the afternoon." After arranging Su Fei's work and collecting all the known information so far, Zhuo Huan turned around and looked at the two pilots.
Suddenly, behind him, Gao Yun, the person in charge of EASA, said, "Since the black box has not been repaired, let's assume the cause of the accident. Needless to say, the situation of the pilots is very young and inexperienced." The pilots. It is possible that they made a pilot error and caused the plane to crash. In addition, I personally think that there may be a problem with the plane's engine."
Zhuo Huan turned around: "Tell me about it."
Gao Yun got Zhuo Huan's words and immediately stood up. He walked to the computer and projected the accident scene pictures taken by the investigation team on the big screen. "Look, this way." He walked to the big screen and pointed to a piece of ruins scorched by the fire.
The picture on the big screen was a pitch-black mountainside, surrounded by green and dense trees, a big hole was knocked out in the middle, and the soil was burnt to a scorched shape, and it was barely possible to see the appearance of an airplane from it.
Gao Yun: "Here is the left wing. Here is the engine room. And here is the right wing. The impact point of the left wing is higher, on the upper side of the mountainside. The impact point of the right wing is lower, on the lower side of the mountainside. Let's assume that this The plane hit the mountain head-on, so it should be at the same height on both sides. But it is obvious that it rolled over and hit the mountain, and the fuselage has a large tilt. So I doubt..." He looked up at Zhuo Huan with serious eyes , "There was a problem with the right engine of the plane, which caused a sudden stall and crashed into a mountain."
It has to be said that Gao Yun is able to become a senior investigator of EASA at such a young age. He does have a keen sense of smell and rich experience.
Fucheng observed the picture of the accident scene on the screen, and he also agreed with Gao Yun's speculation. "At least the plane did bank to the right when it hit the hill."
Zhuo Huan glanced at him, quickly looked away, looked at Gao Yun, and said calmly: "You are responsible for checking the aircraft engine."
Gao Yun: "Good!"
Everyone assigned tasks, Fu Cheng followed Zhuo Huan to the warehouse of the candy factory.
In just one day, this spacious warehouse has completely changed.
The air is still filled with the sweet smell of candy, but there is no box of candy in the warehouse. Instead, there are countless pieces of aircraft wreckage. EASA investigators are carefully brushing dirt and dust off the debris.
The plane was so broken that it would take at least two days to clean up all the debris.
Gao Yun led his investigators to search for a long time in the ruined warehouse, and finally found the suspected right engine parts. They checked carefully, and not far away, Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng stood side by side, watching their movements.
"Do you think the engine failed?"
A cold and indifferent voice sounded, Fucheng was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at the man beside him. After pondering for a moment, he said: "What Mr. Gao said is not unreasonable. At least from the photos of the collision accident, there is a possibility."
"ATR-72 is a twin-propeller aircraft, and there is no APU installed on this aircraft..." Zhuo Huan suddenly stopped speaking.
Fu Cheng: "Teacher Zhuo?"
Under the bright and bright sunshine, amidst the roaring water waves of the Rhine Falls, Zhuo Huan was seen calmly looking at the investigators in the warehouse with his hands in his coat pockets. After a long time, he said in a very low voice: "It's nothing."
He spoke extremely fast, but unfortunately, Fu Cheng's hearing was as good as his eyesight. He couldn't understand: "Mr. Zhuo, I understand what you mean. I haven't flown the ATR-72, but I have a certain understanding of it. It doesn't have an additional APU system, and its APU is set on the right engine. Once the right engine If it fails, it is likely to affect the flight of the entire aircraft. The electrical system on the aircraft will be completely out of control."
"Are you sure it will be like this?"
Fucheng was stunned.
Zhuo Huan: "I don't know much about ATR-72, but maybe it doesn't have to be like this."
Fucheng suddenly realized something.
Two minutes later, Fucheng asked tentatively, "Have you ever dismantled this plane?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
Fucheng: "?"
"Hmm..." After a voice as light as a mosquito humming, Uncle Zhuo turned around and left, "Go to the hospital."
Fu Cheng looked at his back, and his depressed mood finally eased a bit. He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and followed.
At 14:00 on October 4, 2020, two full days have passed since the plane crashed.
The co-pilot passed away yesterday, and in the early hours of this morning, the tortured captain also failed to survive the long night. He never woke up, and in the sound of instruments resounding all night in the ICU ward, he passed away silently and went to heaven.
In the small town hospital of Schaffhausen, the mother and daughter who stayed here all day and night had already been mentally prepared.
The moment the young wife saw her husband who was burnt to the point where there was no complete skin, she knew that she might never see her husband again in this life. The young daughter didn't know what happened, she was just frightened by her father's horrific burns all over his body.
The father on the hospital bed was completely impersonal, like a zombie in a horror movie. The skin was all peeled off, and the whole body was covered in bloody red flesh.
"Mom, is Dad dead?"
The young mother hugged her daughter, tears fell silently, but she showed a soft smile: "Well, Dad is gone and went to heaven. How good, he doesn't have to endure this pain anymore."
The daughter nodded ignorantly.
It must have hurt, it looked like it hurt.
The husband's departure relieved the grief, and brought the mother and daughter a relief like despair.
"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Fu. Perhaps for him, death is the best ending. The doctor said that he has never woken up, but I think that even if he is unconscious from such an injury, he must be in excruciating pain. I'm fine and we'll stay strong."
Fucheng handed the tissue to the wife, and the latter gave him a grateful and pale smile.
Fu Cheng quietly glanced at a certain uncle who was standing not far away, with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be looking at the scenery. The thought "Zhuo Huan seems to be very bad at communicating with people" flashed in his mind, Fu Cheng looked at the wife, and said softly: "Please forgive me, he will surely rest in peace in heaven. I still have some questions about Lorraine. I would like to ask you something. Before you told me about your family situation, I would like to know whether Lorraine has other part-time jobs besides the job of Masa Airlines. "
"No."
Fu Cheng frowned: "Not even one?"
Wife: "Yes. Martha's work has made him tired enough, and he falls asleep every time he comes home. Leon can't do other part-time jobs at all. Although the family has a lot of expenses, since he was promoted to the captain, we The economic pressures are much less. Martha’s wages are more than adequate for us to meet the needs of the economy.”
Fu Cheng nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, a crying voice came from behind.
"uncle… "
Fu Cheng and the captain's wife turned their heads to look together, and saw the little girl in a red dress accidentally bumped into Zhuo Huan's leg. Zhuo Huan's body suddenly froze, he lowered his head slowly, and looked at the girl with red eyes.
Seeing this, the captain's wife hurried over to pick up her daughter. Because of crying all night, her voice was hoarse: "Say sorry to uncle."
The girl hiccupped and threw herself into her mother's arms.
Fu Cheng walked over to smooth things over: "It's okay, it's our fault, it didn't hurt, right? This uncle's legs are very hard."
Zhuohuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.
Listening to Fu Cheng's words, the captain's wife rarely smiled. The girl also turned her head and looked at them curiously.
Fu Cheng opened his mouth and was about to speak again, when a long and thin hand stretched out in front of him. The slightly protruding wrist knuckles are reflected in the sunlight, and there is a fruit candy in colored cellophane in the palm.
Fu Cheng's movements stopped, he turned his head and looked at the man.
Ten minutes later, EASA investigators and doctors called the mother and daughter away. They needed the wife to sign a consent form agreeing to an autopsy on the body of Captain Leon Lorraine. Although it was just a formality procedure, even if she disagreed, they would forcibly dissect her, but they still had to put on a show.
Of course, the wife never thought of refusing. She also wanted to know what the truth of the air crash was.
On the other hand, co-pilot Gerald Truffaut's consent form for an autopsy has become a problem.
The investigator of EASA tried hard to persuade: "Madam, according to the "International Flight Law", for unexpected and unknown air crashes, the investigation team has the right to dissect the pilot's body after the accident. Please sign the consent form."
"I know what you want to say." Mrs. Truffaut, whose face was full of tears, choked out her voice, "Gerard never drank alcohol or took drugs before. He is a good boy, and I know he won't do that."
The investigator said helplessly: "You have misunderstood. We are not only going to check the alcohol or drug content in his blood. We are going to determine whether he has a sudden illness."
"He's in good health, he's been healthy all the time, he doesn't have any ailments."
"I mean sudden illness, such as sudden myocardial infarction, cerebral thrombosis..."
"And once it is found out, are you going to blame him alone!"
The investigator was left speechless by questioning.
He had absolutely no idea how to explain it. He had also seen this lady on the news before. It was obvious that she was a graceful and elegant lady on TV, so why is she being so unreasonable now. If it is really dissected, the co-pilot Gerald suddenly fell ill when the air crash happened, it is very likely that he caused the air crash. Isn't this reasonable and reasonable
A pilot who suddenly falls ill is very likely to touch a precision instrument that should not be touched the moment he falls down, causing the plane to crash.
The investigator patiently explained it again.
Lina also took Mrs. Truffaut's hand: "Aunt Antia, this is stipulated by the law. Don't you want to know the truth about Gerald's death? What is the real culprit? Please sign."
Mrs. Truffaut held Lina's hand, tears streaming down her face: "He's already like that, do you want to cut him open and let everyone stare at him coldly? Lina, you grew up together, Jie Lal is afraid of pain, you know. The knife cut his stomach, cut his heart, how painful it is. I can't sign the consent form, absolutely not."
When Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan came, what they heard was Mrs. Truffaut's stubborn refusal.
No matter what the investigators and Lina persuaded, Mrs. Truffaut refused the autopsy.
Zhuo Huan winked at the investigator: Mandatory autopsy.
The investigator hesitated.
Zhuo Huan took a step forward and said indifferently to Mrs. Truffaut: "This is the law, please don't obstruct law enforcement." After speaking, he looked at the investigator and stretched out his hand: "I will sign."
Mrs. Truffaut said angrily: "Patrick, are you crazy! How dare you sign my son's autopsy consent form!"
Zhuo Huan acted as if he had never heard of it, and he took the consent form from the investigator.
Mrs. Truffaut rushed up: "Patrick, you are a lunatic, your mother is right, you are a freak, you have no feelings at all!"
Fu Cheng was startled, and turned to look at Zhuo Huan.
There was a momentary pause in Zhuo Huan's movement of holding the pen, and he turned sideways to avoid Mrs. Truffaut's collision.
"No! I don't agree with the autopsy, I don't agree!!"
"I consent to the autopsy."
A deep and hoarse male voice sounded from the end of the corridor, and everyone stopped their movements and turned to look at the person coming.
Under the dim light of the basement floor, the air that has stagnated for a long time exudes a dull and decaying atmosphere. The white-haired old gentleman in formal attire approached step by step. His clothes were neat and his hair was smeared back with hairspray, revealing majestic and solemn eyes. As if he was going to participate in a grand and solemn ceremony, he finally stood at the door of the morgue.
His gaze subconsciously tried to divert, and he looked at the person lying on the iron bed covered by a white cloth in the morgue. But the moment his eyes turned away, he stopped his movements hard-heartedly.
Mr. Truffaut looked at Zhuo Huan indifferently.
Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly.
The next moment, he reached out and handed the pen to the other party.
Mr. Louis Truffaut quickly signed his name on the lower right corner of the autopsy consent form.
Madame Truffaut broke down and cried: "No, Louis, why, no!"
Mr. Truffaut gave her a cold look: "As I said, he never had the talent to be a pilot."
It was October, but the bright and bright sunshine was like the cold wind whizzing by in winter.
A chill that reaches down to the marrow.
***
The arrival of Louis Truffaut was beyond Lina's expectations, but there was at least one advantage of his arrival. Accompanied by her husband, the distraught Mrs. Truffaut gradually stopped indulging in endless grief.
Lina finally left the hospital.
The three walked out of the hospital gate, and Lina hesitated: "Reid, you don't mind what Auntie Antia said, she is too sad to say anything."
Zhuo Huan sneered: "There are too many people who don't like me."
Lina looked at him in astonishment.
"Truffaut is not yet on the list."
Fu Cheng quietly glanced at Zhuo Huan with a calm expression.
Lina laughed out loud: "By the way, how is the investigation going?"
Zhuo Huan roughly talked about the progress of the investigation. Lina nodded and looked at Fucheng: "Sorry, Fu, I have been immersed in my own world these days, and I haven't been able to help you. Thank you for helping me comfort Leon Lorraine's family. In fact, this is mine. Work."
Fu Cheng smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, don't be too sad, and pay attention to your body."
Lina: "You are always so sweet."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyelids and glanced at the "caring" person.
Lina: "I've taken care of the media matter, don't worry. Although there is no way to prevent the outside world from paying attention to this matter, you should have seen that all major media around the world are paying attention to this matter. But I guarantee that no one Will come here and disturb your investigation of the accident."
Zhuohuan: "Thank you, this is enough."
Lina nodded, and was about to ask Zhuo Huan if she had any other requests, when suddenly her cell phone rang. She picked up her phone, and someone sent her a message. Looking at the picture on the screen, Lina's expression was suddenly stunned. She looked serious: "Reid, V, there is something you must know."
Zhuohuan and Fucheng looked at her together.
The blonde pursed her lips and showed them the phone screen.
[Richard: Lina, I found a post on Twitter, I think you should check it out. [picture]]
Click on the picture, it is a twitter of a young girl.
Her profile picture is a selfie, and her name, like many young people, is always a combination of letters with unknown meanings.
At 12:00 noon today, she sent a tweet. In just a few hours, the number of retweets reached 400.
[Aliceeeeeexv: [selfie] OMGGG! The co-pilot I met on the plane last week is the heir of the Truffaut family! I had a stomachache that day and threw up on the plane, and he wiped it up for me. He also poured me a cup of hot water and told me to pay attention to my body. God! Truffaut's son wiped my vomit and poured me water to comfort me, but I can't even afford a Truffaut bag! [depressed emoji]]
Fucheng shrank his eyes, and he quickly raised his head: "Passenger plane?! Isn't Martha 123 a cargo plane, why did it become a passenger plane again? The co-pilot cleans up, and the stewardess? Why do you need a co-pilot who is flying to do these things?" thing?"
Zhuo Huan twitched his lips and sneered. He took out his cell phone and made a call.
At this moment, England, Manchester.
Old Joseph stood at the door of the Martha Aviation headquarters, answering the phone. Before Zhuo Huan could speak, he smiled bitterly and said, "Reid, you must not have imagined what I discovered when I came to Manchester."
Zhuo Huan interrupted him: "Martha 123 is a passenger and freighter?"
Old Joseph was surprised: "You already know? Yes. You never imagined that there would be such a smart airline in this world who would squeeze pilots so much. During the day, Martha 123... No, it's not Martha 123, it's called The Masa 380, it's a short-haul airliner flying between Germany, France and the UK. At night, it transforms... into a Masa 123."