On January 17, 2003, American Airlines Flight 384 crashed at Seattle-Tacoma Airport while taking off from New York to Seattle.
The immediate cause of the accident was bad weather.
American Airlines flight 384 was the afternoon flight. According to the normal flight time, it should land around 4:00 pm. However, it was snowing heavily in Seattle that day, and the blizzard delayed all more than 100 planes. After American Airlines 384 circled in the air for an hour, it finally landed with the permission of the controller. However, tragedy happened at the moment of landing.
American Airlines 384 nose landed, skidded off the runway and crashed into the lawn next to the runway.
In the investigation report given by NTSB afterwards, in addition to the bad weather, the wrong operation of the co-pilot Michael Harrison was also one of the causes of the air crash.
Michael Harrison, then 29, had 489 flight hours on the Boeing 747 involved in the accident. There is no doubt that he was a young and inexperienced pilot. When American Airlines 384 took off from New York, he was scheduled to fly this mission, and Captain Joseph was in charge of radio communication.
No one knows why Harrison still chose to land by himself in the face of such bad weather, without asking the experienced captain for help. At that time, Lovins, who was still an ordinary investigator, found Joseph who woke up in the hospital and asked him this question.
Joseph answered him like this.
"do not know."
Seventeen years later, by the sandy beach of Boston Bay.
The setting sun slowly falls and sinks into the sea. Everything returns to tranquility, the deep blue gradually engulfs the entire sky, the night invades, and the cold of winter uses the sea breeze to force people into their collars in an instant.
Fu Cheng looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "I don't know?"
A cigarette is completely smoked, and the tobacco burns the last spark in the air, just like the setting sun that extinguishes its light at the same moment. Zhuo Huan nodded lightly, and his voice was long and deep: "Well, he said he didn't know. Harrison never showed him that he needed help at all. He operated the plane calmly, methodically and without any mistakes, as if he had no problem with the landing tower. He knew everything about Colmar Airport well, he had done it a hundred times... It wasn't until the plane was about to crash and it was impossible to go around again that the old Joseph suddenly realized that the pilot beside him didn't seem to be as good as he appeared on the outside. Unhurried and skilled.”
Fu Cheng was silent, "You should be able to hear the cabin call records of American Airlines 384."
Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Of course, the black box is not damaged, and the conversation between the pilots is still kept in the NTSB database."
Fu Cheng: "They didn't say anything strange?"
Zhuohuan: "No."
"Harrison once asked for help, and once asked whether he could land safely?"
"No."
Fu Cheng asked: "What about old Joseph, he didn't ask his co-pilot to help?"
Zhuo Huan smiled, he took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket, pressed it lightly, and a cigarette popped out. After igniting it, he took a puff of smoke, looked at Fucheng, and asked, "Let you fly a fighter jet and land an aircraft carrier. Do you think it is something that needs to be specifically mentioned for others to boast about?"
Fu Cheng was stunned: "Does this matter need to be boasted? All carrier-based aircraft pilots can do this."
"So, when Lovins posed that question in the hospital, that's what Joseph Sr. answered him."
"Just landing in a blizzard, I really don't know, it's a hard thing to do. 』
The clear and clear voice of the man was gradually lost in the howling evening wind.
Fu Cheng's lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
for a long time.
"Didn't you just say that there are no cigarettes, Mr. Zhuo?"
The hand holding the cigarette paused slightly, Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fu Cheng.
Under the night, the black-haired young man looked at him expressionlessly.
Zhuo Huan thought for a while: "There is the last one left. After this one, it is really gone. I want to smoke another one, so I don't want to give it to you, so... is it really gone?"
Fucheng: "..."
"Ah."
Leaving behind a cold voice, Fu Cheng turned around and left, leaving a certain man with a ruthless back.
Zhuo Huan frowned, but didn't follow him back to the investigation headquarters. He watched Fucheng walk into the investigation headquarters step by step, then smoked his last cigarette slowly, then walked back with his hands in his pockets.
Back at the investigation headquarters, Zhuo Huan randomly found a glass bottle from the cabinet, filled it with water halfway, and inserted roses into it.
The thorns of the roses have been picked long ago, there is no soil and rhizomes, so raising them with water just prolongs the flowering period a little bit.
Lina passed by and stopped: "Where did you pick the roses, Reid?"
Zhuo Huan: "From Fucheng."
Lina: "..."
After a moment's pause, she said, "Fu will go to the flower shop to buy flowers just for you?"
Why is she so unbelievable
Seeing his friend's suspicious eyes, Zhuo Huan sneered and briefly explained the matter. Including the old Joseph who stopped a flower girl on the road and bought lilies for Fucheng to give away. He also bought all the flowers in a very boring manner and threw them to Fucheng. As a result, Fucheng deliberately picked a rose back and gave it to him.
Although it is said that he gave this flower to Fucheng first, it is a certain fact that Fucheng sent him flowers. Uncle Zhuo didn't feel that the order of priority had any effect on this fact.
However, Lina was silent for a long time.
"Do you think anyone can grow roses, lilies, and jasmine in their garden this season, Reid?"
Uncle Zhuo froze for a moment.
Lina held back her smile and kindly reminded: "It's winter now, Reid. I think you were probably deceived by that kid. He probably bought flowers at the flower market and then sold them at a high price at the seaside. I didn't expect..." Just happened to meet You are being taken for granted.
At the end of the conversation, Lina quietly looked at her friend's face. She suddenly didn't understand, with Reid's IQ, how could he not even think of such a simple thing.
Patting Uncle Zhuo on the shoulder, Lina comforted: "Thinking about it, at least this flower is pretty pretty."
Zhuohuan: "..."
"And it was given to you by Fu. He really has a crush on you."
"..."
day.
***
Fucheng didn't know that a certain man failed to succeed and was sent to the army instead.
In the afternoon of the next day, Teiichi Tsuna's experimental data was sent to UAAG's mailbox on time.
Download the experimental data, and then perform rigorous calculations and comparisons.
Zhuo Huan made a conclusion: "American Airlines 4012 accelerated into the water and crashed at the maximum acceleration." Then, he quickly assigned the task, "Lovins and Su Fei, you take people to check the four engines of the plane. Mechanical failure. Old Joseph, you and the rest of the NTSB investigators can confirm that there is nothing wrong with the plane's fly-by-wire system."
Finally, he looked at Fucheng: "Investigate all the backgrounds of the two pilots. Together with Lina, you must collect and master everything that happened to them in the past."
Fu Cheng: "Okay."
Zhuo Huan, on the other hand, was responsible for the dispatch and command of all investigations. Whether it is the inspection of the wreckage of the plane or the investigation of the background of the pilots, he has intervened in it.
In fact, the investigation of the American Airlines 4012 air crash accident has reached this point, and everyone has already understood that there is a 90% possibility that the air crash was caused by human beings.
No matter how the aircraft fails, it is difficult to cause an aircraft to rush into the ocean at maximum speed.
But in the absence of the black box, no one is sure what the real cause of the accident was.
Fucheng and Lina were in charge of investigating the backgrounds of the two pilots, but when Fucheng looked for Lina, they found that she was not investigating the headquarters. Surprised, he called Lina and told her about Zhuohuan's arrangement.
Lina said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Fu, I'll trouble you to investigate the pilot's background today. I'll come back to help you tomorrow. I have something to deal with here, but don't worry, I should find someone soon, and I will be able to return to the investigation tomorrow." Headquarters."
Fu Cheng: "What's so urgent, do you need my help, Lina?"
"It's not a particularly important thing, just find a little liar." On the phone, Lina smiled lightly, "Although Boston is very big, with a population of more than 600,000 in the urban area, it is still very difficult for me to find someone. Easy. I'm Lina after all."
Fucheng always feels that Lina is in a good mood, she is too busy to go back to the investigation headquarters, but she... seems very happy
Without thinking too much, Fucheng said with a smile: "Then I wish you find that person soon."
"OK, thanks."
Lina was not there, so Fucheng could only contact the family of Captain Kyle himself.
When leaving the investigation headquarters, Fucheng glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a certain man discussing something with Old Joseph and several NTBS investigators around the damaged cockpit of the plane.
Seeing Fu Cheng go downstairs, Zhuo Huan came over, he was about to speak when he remembered first: "Oh, Lina has something to do."
Fu Cheng: "...?"
Oh, it looks like it has something to do with you.
Zhuo Huan: "Investigate more about Kyle's situation."
Fu Cheng came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay."
It seems that Zhuo Huan paid more attention to the captain's affairs.
The two didn't talk anymore, Fu Cheng hurriedly went out, and Zhuo Huan returned to the wreckage of the cockpit of the plane. After he came back, Old Joseph said: "The fly-by-wire system used by the Airbus A390 is one of the most advanced computer systems at present. We have checked its sensor group and steering gear, and found no problems. The rest is... "
Zhuo Huan nodded: "Well, continue to check." After the words fell, he raised his head, and his eyes suddenly stopped.
Outside the door of the investigation headquarters, Fucheng stopped suddenly before reaching the car parked on the side of the road, showing a surprised expression. An old white man in a down jacket with gray hair was taken aback when he saw him, then he opened his hands and greeted him with a smile. After a brief moment of surprise, Fu Cheng also stepped forward and hugged the old white man.
It was a typical old American man with a red face and a big nose. He said a few words, Fucheng listened carefully, took his hand, and led him into a small coffee shop by the side of the road.
Suddenly, he didn't know what Fu Cheng said, the old man's eyes turned red, and tears came down suddenly.
Fucheng was stunned for a moment in silence, and the huge negative emotions instantly swallowed up this handsome and beautiful young man. The picture turned cold in an instant, his face was cold, his brows and eyes were slightly red, and his lips were tightly pursed. However, the moment the old man looked up at him, everything turned dark into light, he smiled softly and shook his head, his eyes were gentle and tolerant.
Zhuo Huan slightly opened his lips, watching the scene not far away.
Fucheng squatted down, looked up at the tearful old man, picked up a tissue, and helped him wipe away his tears.
… Who is that
Zhuo Huan subconsciously took half a step forward.
In the coffee shop.
The old man took a tissue and wiped away his tears. He showed a forced smile: "Evan, I have heard that the plane that fell into Boston Bay half a year ago has been found, and the NTSB is investigating. But I didn't expect that your kid would come here, and I will still be here Met you. Sorry, I just remembered that. Don't worry, I'm fine, it's been over four years."
Fu Cheng: "Uncle Vince, I was also surprised to see you. I haven't told you that since I returned from Boston last time, I stopped working in the airline company. I was transferred to an air accident investigation organization."
"Air accident investigation organization?" The old man exclaimed, "Did you join such an organization because of Rogge 318?"
"It has nothing to do with Roger 318."
Vince Presley smiled, his voice was still a little hoarse because of the crying just now: "It's great to see you. After Amy is gone, if you haven't been here to see me, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on gone."
The author has something to say:
Lina: Think positively, Reid, Fucheng really has a crush on you, I promise.
Zhuo Anxi: Hehe.
Fu Chengcheng: Hehehehe. [Tell you not to give me cigarettes!]