It has been two months since the wreckage of American Airlines 4012 was discovered from the sea in early December, and it was late January.
The investigation of an aircraft accident is often done on a quarterly basis. The task can be completed in three months or half a year faster. Slower, one year, two years, or even three or four years can not find the problem, and finally directly become an unsolved case.
Although it has only been two months since UAAG took over the plane accident, the plane crashed last August. It is always silent in the vast expanse of the ocean. People can't wait to know the truth about this tragedy that killed more than 200 people.
The NTSB investigators are under a lot of pressure, and the UAAG members are under the oppression of someone, and they are used to working overtime.
So for two months, day and night, finally, they came to this point.
At 1:03 in the morning, Fucheng walked into the conference room. Seeing him enter the room, Su Fei hurriedly waved to him. Fu Cheng walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat beside Su Fei.
After staying outside for an extra half an hour, Fu Cheng's body no longer smelled of smoke.
Su Fei: "Why did it take you so long to come back?"
Fu Cheng: "Thinking about something." He didn't say much, "Everyone is here, is the final meeting going to be held?"
Lina on the side smiled and said, "Well. Since the black box cannot be salvaged, this is the only way to end this accident investigation."
Fucheng nodded. His eyes stopped for a moment on the old Joseph beside Lina.
This afternoon, when Fucheng and Lina heard Old Joseph's name from the American Airlines ground staff member, Fucheng was already mentally prepared, but Lina was unprepared. She suddenly froze, speechless. When the two got on the plane returning home, Lina suddenly said to Fu Cheng, "The human heart is always the most complicated thing."
Fucheng looked at her.
"When I was in school, I wasn't a psychology major, but I was very interested in psychology, so I minored in psychology. At Yale, I took a course in the psychology department, and the professor at the time... well I remember His name is Steve, and he's an old man who wears glasses and has been serious for decades. Students fear him, but he is an authority on psychology. It was the first class of his class, and he didn't open it at first. computer, and did not lecture, but wrote a line of words on the blackboard."
"If you were asked to describe the other half of your dreams, what do you think Ta would be like."
"For the whole class, he didn't say a word. He just sat on the podium and watched us write a paper and send it all to his mailbox. No one knew his intentions. Since then, he didn't mention it again. After that, we gradually forgot about it.”
"Until two years later, he suddenly printed out all of our papers and sent them to us." Recalling what happened in college, Lina's gloomy and depressed mood eased a little, and she laughed: "V, you Maybe I don’t know, but after reading that paper, I was almost amused. Two years ago, I thought the man who was the most suitable for me and with whom I could spend my whole life must be a gentle person. He doesn’t have to be rich, but He must be kind deep in his heart. He is not good at expressing, always looking at me silently and taking care of me. After two years, I found that I no longer like this type of man. I fell in love with younger, Playful boy."
Fucheng: "Lina, what do you mean?"
"I want to say that no matter how brilliant or talented a psychologist is, they can't fathom the psychology of an ordinary person."
"It can even be said that even he himself doesn't know what he is thinking, what he wants to do, why he became like this, and how he can save himself."
"So Fucheng."
"Humans are the most complicated animals in the world."
Boston Investigative Headquarters.
In the meeting room, Lina and Su Fei kept talking and joking, as if she hadn't heard about her friend's past from other people today. She gave old Joseph respect, just like Fucheng, he didn't reveal anything to old Joseph.
All investigators are gathered in the conference room.
After a while, Lovins opened the door first with a thick folder and entered, behind him was Zhuo Huan in a white shirt with a displeased expression on his face.
Lovins pulled out the chair in the first row and sat down, while Zhuo Huan walked to the front of the conference table. He glanced around the stage, including his own members, and then knocked on the table: "American Airlines 4012, start the final investigation report meeting. NTSB Senior Investigator Lovins, come and report the results of this investigation."
"Okay." Lovins stood up, opened the folder, and read it.
After a long data and information report, Lovins made a concluding statement: "At present, because the black box has not been found, the mechanical failure of the American Airlines 4012 air crash cannot be ruled out 100%, but here is a suggestion that when writing the investigation report, you can Add a probabilistic guess at the end to the likelihood of mechanical failure, in percent likelihood."
Zhuohuan: "Yes."
Lovins: "Patrick, are we going to write the investigative report?"
Zhuo Huan: "The UAAG is in charge."
Lovins: "OK. Then let's confirm the cause of the final accident in the investigation report. There is no doubt that we all know that the possibility of non-human causes is extremely low. For this accident, I advocate In the book, the emphasis is on the training of pilots, and airlines are required to increase the communication and training of crew resources.”
Zhuohuan: "Yes."
Lovins: "That's fine."
Zhuo Huan looked at his four team members, his eyes paused on Fu Cheng for a while, and finally looked at Old Joseph: "This time, Old Joseph, you are in charge."
Old Joseph was taken aback.
"it is good."
Everyone discussed some details about the accident investigation, and half an hour later, the meeting ended.
Lovins breathed a sigh of relief while packing up the materials, and said with a smile: "This is really a pleasant cooperation. Patrick, thank you for your help, and thank you to everyone in UAAG. It was beyond my expectation to solve the problem so quickly. I think I can finally go back to New York."
Zhuo Huan never bothered to talk about business bragging, he didn't talk to Lovins at all, but kept his head down, sitting and turning his pen.
Lovins has long been used to this guy's impoliteness, he shrugged: "Okay, I really hope the world is peaceful and there will be no more air crashes. I don't want to cooperate with you guy anymore."
With a snap, Marlboro's signature pen fell on the table.
Zhuo Huan raised his head and said to Lovins: "In the investigation report, you can guess the possible probability of the cause of the accident, but I request that the length be the same."
Lovins didn't react for a while.
Members of UAAG also looked at Zhuo Huan in surprise.
Lovins: "What do you mean, Patrick?"
"Didn't understand. That is, you can write whatever you want in the investigation report, for example, the probability of mechanical failure is predicted to be less than 5%. Of course, the probability of this bullshit is just random, you can say it is 1%, but anyway How much is all yours, and I can’t verify it. I allow all of these. But for each reason, I request that the number of words be the same.”
"Why?!" Lovins asked puzzled.
Zhuohuan stood up. Once he stood up, Lovins, who was looking down at him, suddenly turned into looking up slightly.
Zhuo Huan: "American Airlines 3157."
Lovins: "Yeah?" He didn't understand how this had anything to do with another American accident.
Fu Cheng was stunned, he raised his head abruptly and looked at Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan picked up the pen on the table, and put it on the folder. He said lightly: "I don't understand? American Airlines 3157, the final cause of the accident has not been determined yet, but what do you think is the cause?"
Lovins moved his lips, but did not answer. Of course he would not answer, because a few days ago he was ridiculed by Zhuo Huan because of this accident. The reason is that at that time he joked that the accident was caused by the pilot's driving problem, but Zhuo Huan asked him why he ignored the other reason "servo valve failure" written in the investigation report.
But who would go out of their way to correct this thing!
The whole world knows "Richard's dive", even in the eyes of laymen, this meme is also famous.
The word comes from American Airlines 3157.
Twenty-four years ago, the black box of American Airlines 3157 was also damaged, and the cause of the accident cannot be 100% determined. So in the end, a total of two possible causes of the accident were investigated: one was the personal error of the captain Richard, or even suicidal tendencies; the other was the failure of the servo valve.
The public is more inclined to the former point of view, and even regards the word "Richard's dive" as a joke, and makes fun of it from time to time.
Lovins complained in his heart, and said: "Of course I know, pilot error and mechanical failure. There are two possibilities."
Zhuo Huan: "I'm asking, what do you think is the possibility?"
Lovins opened his eyes wide: "You..." He sighed decadently, "OK, OK, are you looking for an opportunity to mock me again? That's right, I think it's the captain's problem. This is recognized by most people in the industry The reason, let alone me, if you just pull someone out at random, he will probably think this is the reason."
Zhuo Huan: "So after twenty years, when everyone talks about the case of American Airlines 4102, what kind of words are they going to invent for the two pilots? Tim driving? Kyle sleepwalking?"
Lovins: "Can this be confused! 3157 really found out that the servo valve was faulty, but the black box was damaged. I am not sure the final real reason. But this time, we will carefully check the entire aircraft. Checked, no problems!"
"What's the difference? Did you salvage the plane?"
"you… !"
"Or did you get the black box?"
Lovins was about to collapse: "No, you can't say that..."
Zhuo Huan: "First, you didn't get the black box, and second, you didn't check all the parts and every part of the plane. Even if you fished out every piece of the plane that was lost in the Atlantic Ocean, you can't be 100% sure , can detect every mechanical failure. If so, why is it so sure that it is a pilot problem."
"You you you!" Lovins pointed at Zhuo Huan for a long time, Zhuo Huan sneered and remained unmoved.
Lovins turned his head and said to the four members of UAAG: "I can't communicate with him at all! How do you usually put up with Patrick? The thing I regret most in my life is knowing him and making friends with him! What he said Is this the same thing? We are well aware of the circumstances of this accident and how low the possibility of mechanical failure is. I can even say that there is no possibility of mechanical failure at all! Let the two The length of the reason is the same, how is it the same, how to edit it?! Do you want us not to publish the results of this investigation and not to write an investigation report?"
Zhuo Huan let out a mocking sound from his nasal cavity, kicked the chair away, turned and left.
Lovins: "…"
"Unreasonable!"
Lina frowned slightly, and was about to speak, but Fucheng rushed ahead of her. The black-haired young man looked calm, neither humble nor overbearing: "I think what Teacher Zhuo said is not unreasonable."
Lovins: "Okay, let's not talk about it. Normally, the analysis of the cause of the accident needs to be written in about 3,000 words. Maybe you can make up a reason, old Joseph, and talk about the possibility of mechanical failure. Three thousand words. But is it necessary? Anyway, it was not I who wrote the report, but old Joseph. I couldn't understand Patrick's handling. He thought that everyone would think that the plane might have died due to a mechanical failure. Crash? Everyone knows that the plane is not faulty, it is caused by man!"
Fu Cheng: "Then do you approve of Richard's dive?"
Lovins was dumbfounded.
Fucheng looked at him fixedly: "Mr. Zhuo just doesn't want another Richard to dive again. The cause of the accident has the same number of words. This is really not a solution. It's just that Mr. Zhuo can't think of a good solution at the moment, so he will He came up with this idea. He doesn’t want another Richard to appear. He doesn’t want countless people to pour dirty water on a dead man indiscriminately after so many years.”
Lovins defended himself: "But we are different this time. Our plane has no mechanical failure. Unlike Richard's dive, this time it is almost 99% human-caused."
"Then what about the 1%?"
Lovins opened his mouth.
"The dead can't speak. As long as there is a slight possibility, don't let the dead go underground and bear the infamy." Fu Cheng took a deep look at him: "This is what Zhuo Huan really wanted to say."
Stunned in place, Lovins was speechless.
Fucheng looked at Old Joseph and the others: "I'll go see Teacher Zhuo."
Su Fei was stunned: "Hey..."
Before he could say anything, Fucheng left the conference room and disappeared outside the door.
Su Fei scratched his head: "I thought, Lina, at this moment, logically, you should go to RIP and tell him not to lose his temper."
Lina looked at the back of Fucheng going away, and smiled thoughtfully: "Well, I also thought that the person who went out at this time should be me." After a pause, she turned to look at Old Joseph, "Reid didn't find a good way, but I think he gave you the report this time, old Joseph, you are the most suitable person, you can do your best."
Old Joseph's eyes flickered, and he didn't answer for a long time. However, Lina and Su Fei kept looking at him expectantly, and Su Fei even made a cheering gesture to him.
Suddenly, for unknown reasons, a trace of sullenness that had accumulated in my heart for more than ten years disappeared.
Old Joseph laughed: "Of course, how should I put it, I am the real most experienced investigator in UAAG. Don't forget, you are all half-way monks, and only I have seventeen years of experience in aircraft accident investigation."
***
After searching for a while at the investigation headquarters, Zhuo Huan was not found.
Fucheng thought for a while and came to the rooftop.
The cold wind at three o'clock in the morning is like a knife, cutting the face and causing pain. Fucheng saw the man smoking a cigarette leaning on the railing at a glance.
—I am no longer satisfied with smoking on the balcony and suffering from the cold, so I went directly to the rooftop to suffer.
Fu Cheng was silent, and walked up.
"Come out without a coat, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
Zhuo Huan turned around and saw it was Fu Cheng, he sneered, he was obviously in a bad mood, no matter who he came here now, he would have to be smeared by Uncle Zhuo's bad temper.
Some couldn't bear to see someone wearing only a shirt, enjoying the gale of Boston's cold winter on the rooftop, so Fu Cheng took off his coat. But as soon as he took it off a little, he stopped and put it back on with a blank expression.
Uncle Zhuo, who saw his actions from beginning to end: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "If I read correctly, you just wanted to take off your coat and let me wear it."
Fu Cheng: "I'm cold."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Fucheng: "If you are a woman, I can take it off for you." Very seriously.
Zhuo Huan: "...fuck." He laughed out of anger, and in the cold wind, he laughed nicely.
Although Fucheng can't take off his coat to keep Uncle Zhuo warm, and it seems that Uncle Zhuo has no intention of stopping self-torture, but at least he can wear a warm down jacket and accompany Uncle Zhuo to suffer in the cold wind. However, Fucheng did not forget the purpose of this trip: "Actually, the report was written by Old Joseph. You can just talk to him about how you want to write it. There is no need to tell Lovins. Lovins is not rejecting this kind of writing. It’s just that he was fighting with you at that time, and he refused to let go.”
At the end, Fu Cheng said: "It's not a big deal."
Zhuo Huan bit his cigarette holder, suddenly felt a little cold, he put his hand into the pocket of Fucheng's down jacket very calmly.
Fu Cheng: "... your hands are cold."
Zhuohuan: "Well, your hands are warm."
Fucheng: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "I didn't grab your hand, so I put it in your pocket to keep warm, what are you afraid of?"
"..."
After a while.
Fucheng: "If you really don't want the public to point the finger at the pilot, it's useless to just have the same number of words in the investigation report. This is not the solution."
Looking at the starry sky all over the sky, Zhuo Huan was obviously shivering from the cold, but still calmly held the thin cigarette with his other hand, and slowly lit it on the railing to remove the excessively long cigarette ash. His voice was hoarse, but for some reason, Fu Cheng heard a trace of special pride and arrogance from it.
"Does Rogge 318 know?"
Fucheng was stunned.
"Well, of course I know. Teacher Zhuo, didn't you already know that I understand this accident very well?"
Zhuo Huan acted as if he had never heard of it, he squinted his eyes and looked at the clear moonlight on the sea in the distance.
"There is a way to prevent the world from paying attention and making arbitrary guesses. As long as the official is not allowed to disclose the reasons for any investigation, nor is it allowed to write any investigation reports, and the news media is not allowed to make wild guesses in order to gain attention, before the truth comes out, Report it casually; give no one the opportunity to channel malicious tendencies.”
Fu Cheng stared blankly at the man in front of him.
Under the moonlight, Zhuo Huan's narrow and elegant eyebrows seemed to be flying, dotted with bright starlight.
"Do you know who can do it?"
"Who?" Obviously already had the answer, the name blurted out from his lips.
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Me."
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Zhuo Anxi: Put it in your pocket to keep warm, not to touch you, what are you afraid of.
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