Fu Cheng turned his head and ignored the man.
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows, chewing gum in his mouth, and blew a bubble lightly. His eyes lingered on the handsome side face of the black-haired young man until Lovins came back with a few American Airlines employees.
Lovins: "This is Mr. Patrick. You should have known each other just now."
The two employees of American Airlines nodded repeatedly: "We have already greeted Mr. Patrick just now."
Lovins continued to introduce: "This is a member of UAAG, Evan Fu. I don't need to introduce this one, Joseph. He was the captain of your American Airlines back then." While talking, Lovins found Uncle Zhuo Chewing gum. The corner of his mouth twitched, and just as he was about to explain to him, Zhuo Huan said by himself: "Cigarette addiction."
Of course, the two American Airlines employees had no objection to this: "It's okay, it's okay."
Everyone sat down again.
Lovins: "I called you here again this time because the wreckage of American Airlines 4012 was recovered. The plane has just been transported to the investigation headquarters today, and it has not been cleaned yet. Now I want to ask you to know more about the situation of the two pilots."
0 The staff of American Airlines exchanged glances: "Our company sent the pilot's information to NTSB three months ago."
Lovins nodded: "Yes, of course I know this. I personally received these two documents. But there are still some specific situations, and we want to find out more clearly before the investigation officially begins."
"Of course that's fine."
Lovins said with a smile: "Then divide into two groups. One of you is familiar with the captain, and the other is familiar with the co-pilot. There are exactly four of us, then me and Mr. Patrick, and Joseph and Volt , How about interviewing each of you separately?"
"OK."
Without further ado, the four immediately divided into groups to interview the two American Airlines employees.
However, before leaving the meeting room, Zhuo Huan stopped in his tracks: "Fu Cheng is with me."
Lovins was taken aback: "Okay, fine."
Fucheng looked at Uncle Zhuo in surprise, but Uncle Zhuo had already left the conference room one step ahead of him, and went to the next room to wait for the interview.
This is a small meeting room of ten square meters, and the sharp and long whistle of ships can be heard from the port pier in the distance. Outside the window, there was a lot of traffic and voices, but the room separated by a window was so silent.
The employee of American Airlines was obviously nervous, or he felt very uncomfortable after meeting Zhuo Huan.
Fucheng turned on the recording pen, trying to ease the atmosphere. However, Zhuo Huan casually took a piece of paper from the table, wrapped it with chewing gum and threw it into the trash can. He sat up straight, with his elbows on his knees. In an instant, the originally arrogant and disdainful aura suddenly reversed, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. He looked seriously at the American Airlines staff in front of him, his voice was calm and solemn.
"How many years have you worked for American Airlines, and what is your relationship with the captain?"
The staff of American Airlines froze for a moment, seeing Zhuo Huan's solemn expression, he slowly entered the state.
"I've been with American Airlines for 21 years..."
***
"American Airlines 4012, Captain Kevin Schulman, 49 years old. He was a pilot of the U.S. Air Force and turned to civil aviation for 9 years. He has 13,911 hours of flight time and has extensive driving experience in Airbus A390."
Bright incandescent lamps illuminated the office of the investigation headquarters, and Zhuo Huan stood in front of the whiteboard and pasted a photo of Captain Kevin on it.
He continued: "Co-pilot Tim Harrison, 26, had 1,187 hours on the Airbus A390. Clearly he was a rookie."
After listening to his words, everyone turned their eyes to the young pilot on the whiteboard.
It was a young American youth with a very standard American face. A head of yellowish-brown hair slightly curly, under a broad forehead, is a pair of blue-green eyes. The eye sockets are deep, the bridge of the nose is high, and the nose is large. This airline ID photo shows him not smiling, staring seriously at the camera. But the smile lines on his cheeks showed that he should be a cheerful person.
As for the captain Kevin on the side, he looked much more serious. He is serious, and his silver hair is neatly done with pomade. The eyes are like eagles, the lips are thin, tightly pressed, very unhappy, even in the photos, it gives people a strong pressure.
Lovins followed Zhuo Huan's words: "Kevin and Tim have flown the flight from London to Boston many times. According to the information given by American Airlines, Kevin has taken off from London 87 times and landed in Logan, Boston. The airport. And Tim is a little less, he has landed in Logan Airport 21 times. The two pairs of them are absolutely familiar with the route."
Fucheng Road: "The staff of American Airlines said that Kevin and Tim have flown together three times. This is their third cooperation."
Zhuo Huan glanced at Fu Cheng, he picked up a marker pen, and wrote on the whiteboard—
"Not much cooperation."
It is well known that pilots of major airlines do not only fly one route, say, from London to Boston; nor do they only fly the same plane. Before each flight, basically until the day, they don't know which plane they are going to fly, who are the pilots and flight attendants flying with them.
Everything is random.
But generally speaking, because pilots will only fly one type of aircraft for a period of time. So there is still a chance for them to meet.
But three times, this number is definitely not many. This is an embarrassing number that keeps going up and down: the two pilots definitely know each other, but they must not be familiar with each other.
Looking at the interview materials he recorded, Fucheng said: "Kevin is skilled and is well-known in American Airlines as an excellent captain. He was awarded the Honorary Captain Medal of American Airlines last year. The pilot who performed the mission with him said :'Mr. Schulman is an extremely reassuring and excellent pilot. When he served in the US military, he had the experience of successfully completing missions many times. When he came to American Airlines, his flight record was always excellent and admirable. '"
After finishing speaking, Fucheng looked at Old Joseph.
Old Joseph opened the interview record: "Tim, the co-pilot, had very good grades in training. All his grades were excellent, only the low-altitude windshear project was good. His friend said that Tim himself is optimistic and cheerful, often He has attended various company parties and has many friends. He has always had a hard-working attitude towards flying. Before the accident, he was preparing for the flight course of the McFly F485, and he wanted to change the type of aircraft he was flying.”
Fu Cheng was surprised: "His Airbus A390 has only 1187 flight hours, so he is going to change the flight model?"
Old Joseph: "V, McFly F485 is the most advanced civil aviation airliner. Since it came out, many pilots want to fly it."
Su Fei muttered, "If you continue to boast, I feel that RIP will be complacent again."
However, to Su Fei's expectation, although he was praised in public again, Uncle Zhuo's face did not show any excitement. He didn't comment on the matter as if he didn't hear it.
His eyes stayed on the pilot information on the whiteboard for a long time, Zhuo Huan turned around and asked, "How about the wreckage?"
Lovins immediately said: "Investigators are still cleaning up. It has been buried underwater for four months, Patrick, and many places are inevitably rusted and corroded. In addition, the impact of ocean currents and the activities of seabed organisms also make it There are bruises all over the body. There is no doubt that we have fished most of the plane up, but a small part has disappeared into the vast sea."
Zhuo Huan: "Did you find the black box?"
In the conference room, there was a sudden silence, no one dared to say anything.
Zhuo Huan slowly frowned.
A hand is raised.
Zhuohuan looked at him.
Fu Cheng: "I just heard about this. Mr. Zhuo, the black box is not in the salvaged plane wreckage. In fact, it probably disappeared with the ocean current."
***
one day ago.
As an administrative staff of UAAG, Lina approached the staff responsible for receiving the families of the victims and took over their work.
In an air crash, interviews with the families of the victims are also crucial. Especially for this kind of plane that suddenly crashed on the ocean, the first reaction of many people is to hijack the plane.
In 1996, Ethiopian Airlines Flight 961 was hijacked while flying to Kenya. The crew calmly and patiently communicated with the robbers. Unfortunately, no matter how the crew tried to persuade them that "the plane doesn't have enough fuel to fly where they want to go", the three kidnappers didn't understand or believe it.
In the end, the plane crashed in the Indian Ocean due to insufficient fuel.
After a busy day, Lina just returned to the hotel when she saw a familiar person in the hotel lobby. She walked up with a smile and gave the other party a hug: "Hey, Lovins, shouldn't you be investigating the headquarters now. Why did you go back to the hotel so early?"
Lovins smiled bitterly: "I'm here, of course I want to ask you for help."
"Oh? Do you need my help?"
"In fact, half a month ago, when I found the wreckage of American Airlines 4012 in the sea, I immediately ordered to search for the black box first, and asked divers to salvage the black box first. But we searched for two full days, but did not find the black box! This afternoon, I searched for a long time in the wreckage of the salvaged plane, and now I'm finally sure... Lina, the black box of this plane is really missing."
Lina froze: "So, what do you mean?"
Lovins begged: "Go help me and tell Patrick about this. Half a month ago, when I realized that the black box might be missing, I found out. This may be an extremely difficult case and a big trouble. , That’s why I approached Patrick. If the accident was purely due to mechanical or meteorological reasons, it’s possible to find the truth without the black box. But if it’s related to human factors... then without the black box, it’s really hard to reach the sky. It might even be an unsolved case. Oh my God, Patrick is going to be pissed off, I don't want to see his face, you and him are the best, you tell me."
Thinking of this, Lovins felt his scalp tingle: "Actually, Patrick should have been told about this matter in advance, but I think that if he had told him, he might not have taken this big trouble. As a result, he kept it a secret until now..."
The black box is the most important key to an air crash. Like the dead body of a victim in a criminal case, a sample specimen in an experimental study. The vast majority of air accidents in the world where the truth has not been found are almost all because the black box was not found or the black box was damaged.
"You should have said it from the beginning, and you shouldn't have kept it a secret until now." Lina frowned, she thought for a moment, and smiled leisurely: "Actually, I've always wondered why you always think Reid has a bad temper. Very gentle. Maybe other things are hidden from him, and he will be angry. But this is an air crash, and he will never make fun of it. Of course, I will explain it to him for you, but it is not up to me."
"Huh? It's not up to you, so who is going to go?"
Lina smiled mysteriously: "There is a better candidate."
At night, Fu Cheng had just returned to the hotel room. Suddenly, his doorbell rang.
When he opened the door, he saw a blonde girl in a long skirt standing outside the door, smiling slightly at him: "Hi, Fu."
Fucheng: "Lina, how do you know I'm back?"
Lina smiled softly: "Because I'm Lina. Are you free? I'd like to buy you a cup of coffee. By the way... please do me a favor."
From the beginning to the end, Fucheng didn't think it was a big deal.
Everyone knows that from the moment NTSB invited UAAG to investigate the accident, all travel expenses and expenses of UAAG were borne by NTSB, American Airlines and Airbus. This is not a small sum, and certainly not an astronomical sum like $7 a second. But why would the NTSB spend the money if it was just a simple accident
Finding the black box is a difficult problem, but in Fucheng's view, it may not be impossible to solve.
He was even a little strange: "Why didn't Mr. Lovins go and talk to Mr. Zhuo in person?"
Lina's eyes flashed, and she smiled sideways: "Yes, you also think Reid is not that kind of person, why didn't he tell Reid himself."
… Um
Sensing that there was something in the other party's words, Fu Cheng was silent, not understanding Lina's meaningful gaze, so he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee.
Lina: "Fu, I'm not from Huaguo, sometimes I don't understand some of your Huaguo people's words. If someone tells you, you will have no chance from now on. What do you think he means?"
Fucheng was confused, looking at Lina's smiling eyes, he thought for a while, and said with a smile: "You seem to be in a good mood, Lina."
Lina: "Yes, I have always cared about my friends and cherish every one of my friends, so I am in a good mood now."
Fucheng beckoned to the waiter: "May I ask if you served the wrong coffee to this beautiful lady, she seems to be drunk."
The waiter was dumbfounded.
Lina didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Your jokes and Reid's are really indistinguishable."
Fu Cheng thought in his heart: I think I am quite humorous.
Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo's jokes are always quite funny." So mine are also very funny.
Lina didn't comment, and said with a smile: "Then I'll leave this to you, V, please go and talk to Reid."
The two chatted for a while, paid the bill and went upstairs.
Before entering the elevator, Lina: "By the way, what I just said means that if someone tells you 'you will never have a chance', what he really wants to say is that before he said this, he I always thought you had a chance..." Blinking her eyes playfully, Lina walked into the elevator: "This is just my personal understanding, maybe even the person who said this didn't realize it, he thought so deep down in his heart .”
Fu Cheng's lips parted, but he didn't know what to say.
... so it has something to do with him
Lina: "I got my master's degree in psychology from Yale."
Fu Cheng understood this sentence: "So you are very confident, he really thinks so?"
Lina smiled and put her index finger between her lips: "Shh."
***
After conducting a brief accident summary report, NTSB investigators went on to clean the seawater-corroded aircraft wreckage. Fucheng was planning to contact the air traffic controller who was in charge of American Airlines 4012 that day, and ask him for some information. Before he went out, a figure stood in front of him.
Fucheng raised his head.
"Teacher Zhuo?"
Beside the door frame of the conference room, Zhuo Huan crossed his arms, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at Fu Cheng. After a long time, he ticked the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Are you a fool?"
Fucheng: "...???"
"Have they done you any favors? Just speak for them."
"..."
"laugh."
Fucheng: "..."
How did this man live to such an age and not be beaten to death? !
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: I am also in the minefield today, happily jumping left and right~yeah~
Fu Chengcheng: ... ... You have no chance in this life!
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By the way, in the example of Ethiopian Airlines in this chapter, the captain was miserable. He's been hijacked three times in his life, yes, three times. Then the first two times were completely OK, and the third time was this time.