Air crashes without results are not the only case of Rogge 318.
In 2014, Malaysia Airlines 370 mysteriously disappeared in the Indian Ocean. Until four years later, the complete wreckage of the plane was still not recovered. The official announced that it would no longer salvage and suspend the investigation. But even if no useful wreckage was recovered at all, the investigation team conducted a four-year investigation and published two investigation books.
One is a mid-term investigation report released in 2015, which is 584 pages long.
One is the final 822-page investigative report released in 2018.
After Rogge 318 announced the suspension of the investigation, Fucheng hadn't thought about why the investigation team hadn't published any investigation report for three and a half years. And now, he finally knows.
"It's you who kept suppressing and didn't publish the investigation report?"
Zhuohuan's nasal cavity made a slow voice: "Mmm."
Fucheng was silent for a long time.
"why?"
Zhuohuan raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
Fucheng's voice was quiet: "Yes, why."
"Do you know what the result they want to publish is?"
Fucheng looked up at him.
"Rogge 318 is not the same as Malaysia Airlines, or it is more similar to the Air France 447 accident: the most advanced aircraft at the moment, has never had any air crash errors; without any warning, it suddenly disappeared on the ocean; the aircraft is very new , never had any special inspection records." After a pause, Zhuo Huan looked down at Fucheng, "Before Air France's black box was picked up, everyone guessed various possible reasons. But what is the final result?"
Fu Cheng: "The two pilots made mistakes in cooperation and made mistakes in driving. This is the main reason."
The Air France 447 crash, the well-known "Bonin tie rod" in the industry, is as famous as the "Richard's dive" mentioned before, and it was also passed on by word of mouth among amateurs as a joke.
The trigger was a small mechanical failure of the pitot tube. It stands to reason that this is just a tiny glitch, and it has happened to other aircraft, but because the experienced captain at that time took a rest, the two young co-pilots were in charge of flying the aircraft. The two panicked immediately, thinking that the plane stalled suddenly and made a wrong operation, which made the plane really start to descend rapidly.
Under such circumstances, the co-pilot Bonan began to pull the lever crazily.
The pull rod is to pull the nose of the aircraft upwards to assume a supine posture.
But at this moment, for a stalled aircraft, what it needs is not to dive upward, but to dive downward. Only by letting the nose of the plane dive down, according to the principles of aerodynamics, can the plane gain thrust and fly again.
The two panicked, one yelled "Put the rod", and the other pulled the rod vigorously.
The experienced captain quickly ran to the cockpit to save the plane. But even he didn't know what happened. A plane that has no faults, why can't it take off no matter how hard it is pushed. Until the last moment, the co-pilot Bonan shouted: "I have been pulling the lever, why can't I fly!"
Only then did the captain and the other pilot realize what a stupid thing his colleague had done in his haste!
It's like driving a car, you want to turn right, but you turn the steering wheel frantically to the left.
This is a mistake not even a flight school student would make, but a real airline pilot does.
So after the black box of the plane was salvaged, the truth of the accident made everyone unbelievable. All the previous guesses were overturned, like a joke, wasted. The reason is so simple that it is a bit ridiculous.
"A guess is just a guess after all. No one knows what the truth is." In the cold wind, Zhuo Huan tilted his head slightly, with a slightly long strand of hair falling from his forehead. Those black eyes that were always calm swept Fucheng lightly, and the voice was quiet: "Rogge 318, do you know what kind of investigation report NTSB wants to publish?"
Fu Cheng: "What?"
Zhuo Huan: "The first possibility is that the captain committed suicide; the second possibility is that the plane ran out of fuel and crashed into the sea..."
"If it were you, which one do you think the media and the public would prefer to see?"
Fu Cheng was stunned, speechless.
With the hand in the youth's pocket pulled out, Zhuo Huan twisted the burnt cigarette butt on the concrete wall, and threw it into the trash can beside him. He turned around and left. Behind him, in the wind, suddenly came a hurried voice: "Is this why you refused to publish the investigation report, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked at Fu Cheng with a mentally retarded look—
I've already talked about it to this point, so you still have to ask
Suddenly began to doubt the IQ of his subordinates, Zhuo Huan sneered, and was about to say something contemptuous and sarcastic, when the cold winter wind blew, he shivered. In order to maintain her demeanor, she quickly closed her trembling teeth and walked away again.
However, just when he was about to take a step.
"Zhuohuan." Fucheng said loudly.
The man turned around slowly.
Wearing a white down jacket, separated by a wall, is the endless stream of Boston seaside streets. Fu Cheng put his hands in his pockets, looked at Zhuo Huan steadfastly, and said in a serious, solemn and calm voice: "The black box that salvaged Rogge 318 at your own expense..."
"What's the reason?"
The air was suffocated for a moment.
The wind blowing from the sea suddenly stagnated, and the sound of waves hitting the beach not far away was quiet and secretive as if separated by a water curtain.
a long time.
Zhuohuan: "Fuck, Lina even said such a thing?"
***
Investigative Headquarters, UAAG Office.
Lina was concentrating on writing the manuscript for the press conference when someone knocked on the table vigorously. She raised her head and said with a smile, "Reid? Well, you don't look very well. What, are you still angry?"
Zhuo Huan snorted coldly: "Did you tell them about my fishing for the black box?"
Lina was taken aback: "No." She thought for a while, and then saw Fu Cheng following Zhuo Huan, coming down the stairs from the rooftop. She immediately understood what happened, and smiled slightly: "I am a person who respects the privacy of my friends. It makes me sad, Reid, that you don't believe my character. Obviously, I didn't say this. But this It's no secret, Reid, how many people in the industry do you think don't know about the amount of money you spend on black boxes with such fanfare?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
Lina said sincerely: "It's not a bad thing, although you are already poor. But it also shows a problem, Reid, our colleagues are very concerned about you. Aren't you happy?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
After Zhuo Huan left with a sneer, Fu Cheng came to Lina's desk: "Why is Teacher Zhuo so angry about this matter?"
Fu Cheng was quite puzzled, when he pointed out this incident, Zhuo Huan was obviously very angry, even more angry than arguing with Lovins.
Lina spread her hands: "I don't understand either, maybe it's a man's strange self-esteem? Or, do good deeds and don't want to be known, and become angry after being exposed? Fu, I think I'm also a man, you shouldn't ask me this question. How do I understand you men, after all you men are always so unreasonable."
Fucheng: "... Lina, although I'm not sexist, I always feel like you said something wrong."
Lina smiled and said, "Then do you think Reid is a reasonable person?"
Fucheng thought for a while: "I think you are right."
After Zhuo Huan came back, he drank coffee alone in the tea room, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
After waiting for ten minutes, everyone in UAAG finally saw him move.
"Let's go, report to the officer, the target has taken action." Su Fei has been observing for a long time and is very excited.
Old Joseph is writing an investigation report, only Lina and Fucheng are in the mood to deal with Su Fei.
Lina pretended to be very interested: "What do you think Reid will do?"
Fucheng thought for a moment: "Looking for Lovins?"
Su Fei: "No way, didn't RIP just quarrel with Lovins... um..." Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Huan walked into Lovins' office arrogantly without knocking on the door.
Lovins' office.
When Lovins saw Uncle Zhuo, his scalp went numb and he stood up. "Patrick, I was wrong, you can write whatever you want? Anyway, I am not writing the investigation report, it is Joseph. Don't be angry, you know, I didn't mean that. I also know the cause of the accident Not sure, I don't really think it's the pilot's fault."
Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Nine times out of ten it is indeed a pilot error."
Lovins: "…"
"Shit! What do you really want? You're the one who said it couldn't be blamed on the pilot, and you're the one who said it was the pilot's mistake!"
Zhuo Huan: "Shouldn't the NTSB show an attitude?"
Lovins: "What?"
Fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, Zhuo Huan didn't change his face: "Continue to look for the black box."
Lovins: "..." He couldn't bear it anymore: "What the hell are you trying to say! Didn't we already confirm that the black box drifted away with the ocean current, it floated away! Do you really think you can find a needle in a haystack? This is harder than finding a ROG 318! ROG 318 is at least an airplane, but it’s a black box, a black box the size of a computer case, do you really want me to find a needle in a haystack?”
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes, his eyes were calm.
Somehow, looking into his eyes, Lovins' irritable mood finally calmed down. He sat back on the chair: "Sorry, I'm a little excited. My friend, if you have any good suggestions, you might as well tell them. But I have to tell you in advance that the investigation report of American Airlines 4012 must be released. They are all waiting for this answer. It is not Rogge 318, its wreckage has been recovered, and this is not Mai Fei's plane." After a moment of silence, he still said that sentence: "You are no longer Mai Fei. Fei’s chief designer, NTSB will not give you such a big face anymore, if you say you won’t release the report, you won’t release it.”
As if he didn't hear Lovins' last words, Zhuo Huan said calmly: "I didn't say that the investigation report cannot be published."
"Then what do you suggest?"
"NTSB, you shouldn't just give up looking for black boxes. You should at least show an attitude. This is my request, and it cannot be changed."
The next day, at night.
The television audience in the United States is enormous. In the 1920s and 1930s, televisions entered thousands of households, and almost every American grew up in front of a television. So even now, when the Internet is so developed, the ratings of TV programs in the United States are still very gratifying.
When it was time for CNN and Fox News, many people were watching the news while enjoying dinner.
Suddenly, the stern and unsmiling male host got a new manuscript, he glanced at it casually, raised his head and began to broadcast: "A news break. According to NTBS, the press conference of American Airlines 4012 will be held in Boston next month. Held, the cause of the accident has been investigated and entered the final summary stage. At the same time, NTSB and American Airlines jointly issued a reward. Anyone who has information about the black box of American Airlines 4012 can contact NTSB. The reward is up to 500,000 US dollars. The following is the black box A general introduction... ”
At the same time, a Canadian news program published the same news report.
Boston, investigative headquarters.
Lina watched the news broadcast on CNN, and said in surprise: "Reward, Reid, why did you suddenly have this idea." She turned to look at Zhuo Huan who was at the side.
It's been two days, and Master Zhuo is still in a bad mood and doesn't want to talk to anyone.
Fucheng thought for a while: "The location where American Airlines 4102 crashed is actually quite special. It crashed in the Atlantic Ocean near Boston Bay, and this area is actually very close to the Newfoundland fishing ground."
Upon hearing this, Su Fei immediately became interested: "Cod?"
Lina: "And Boston lobster."
As one of the four largest fishing grounds in the world, Newfoundland is rich in cod and lobster.
Fucheng: "That's right. If it crashed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean like Air France, it would be impossible to find it. Like Rogge 318, it crashed in an uninhabited sea area, and it would be difficult to find whereabouts. But American Airlines 4012, it crashed near the sea area , has one of the most prosperous fishing grounds in the world. Although the Newfoundland fishing grounds have gradually declined since the 1990s, there are still many fishing boats fishing here. The black boxes drift with the ocean currents, and the Newfoundland fishing grounds are also ocean currents Maybe you can find the place where they gather?"
Su Fei: "Maybe you can't find it, it's still looking for a needle in a haystack."
Fucheng: "If you don't try, how do you know you won't succeed. At least NTSB and American Airlines have done this, and they didn't just give up and draw conclusions. Teacher Zhuo is really amazing."
Everyone turned to look at a certain man.
Su Fei: "RIP, praise you, don't you have any reaction?"
Zhuo Huan looked down at the laptop screen, tapped his fingers on the keyboard, without raising his head: "Do you need any response to nonsense?"
Everyone was taken aback: Nonsense
The next moment, they reacted.
Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo is very powerful.
Zhuohuan: Nonsense.
Everyone: "..."
You, Uncle Zhuo, are still your Uncle Zhuo.
All investigation work is now completely over.
Although the NTSB and American Airlines jointly issued a reward, everyone knows that this is a reward that has no hope. Even if there are fishing boats fishing nearby, the possibility of them catching the black box of American Airlines is very slim. As Zhuo Huan said: at least you have to show an attitude.
You should not give up a single hope and settle hastily.
The members of UAAG didn't know what Zhuo Huan said to Lovins. Even Zhuo Huan didn't know that yesterday Lovins stayed up all night, sat in the office and smoked an ashtray, and sent a 32-page application letter to the NTSB headquarters with bloodshot eyes, which finally led to this thing.
On the last page of the application, he wrote—
"Air crashes are inevitable.
On September 17, 1908, stress cracks appeared in the propeller, and Lieutenant Thomas Selfridge of the U.S. Army crashed and died, becoming the first air crash victim in history.
On June 30, 1956, United Airlines 718 and TWA 2 collided in the air, and the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) was established.
…
Air accidents have never been avoided, but the fatality rate of aircraft accidents has increased from 12% in 1960 to 0.16% in 2012. The number of aircraft flying in the air increases exponentially every year, but the accident rate also decreases exponentially.
One hundred and seventeen years have passed since 1903 when the Wright Brothers spread their wings in the sky.
From the moment human beings want to leave the earth and embrace the blue sky, they are destined to compete with God for the mysterious domain.
Pilots are people, and investigators are people too.
In the case that the black box is not found, we all know that the possibility of non-human failure is less than 1%. But Mr. Reid Ivrin Patrick said: "Accidents, there are only 1 and 0 possibilities."
When it's really a pilot error, that's 1.
If it is not a pilot error, then it is 0.
There is never that 1% possibility in the world.
Under this premise, to end this investigation with only an investigation report as the end of the incident, is that really the original intention of the establishment of the FAA and the ending that the NTSB wants to see. I am deeply skeptical and confused about this.
Before the truth comes, don't make any judgments arbitrarily, let alone believe it and be blindly arrogant.
Dead people don't talk, they don't justify themselves.
Even if there is only a slight possibility, we should not give up after all.
This is the original intention of the establishment of NTSB, and it is also the real ending we want to get every time we investigate an air crash. Every accident is pushing us towards that field; every sacrifice is great and not meaningless.
How can we bury these great sacrifices.
On the beach of Boston Bay, the families of the 298 victims held a memorial service for the victims on December 24. In the cold wind, I saw my daughter who had lost her parents, holding a bouquet of flowers in front of the candlelight with trembling hands; I also saw elderly parents, seeing their daughter's frozen smile in the photo, hugging each other and crying.
They died, and it is up to us to find the truth for them.
After the release of the investigation report for this application, the NTSB continued to salvage the black box of American Airlines 4012, or offered a public reward for it.
Buried under the dark and cold ocean currents are 298 souls who have never rested, desperate to see the truth.
Rest in peace. 』
All night long, the lights in Lovins' office were not turned off, and there was the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard.
On the other side, in UAAG's office, the gray-haired old Joseph was wearing glasses, looking at the blinking cursor on the computer screen, and had already written the investigation report on the cause of the accident.
As an extremely good and experienced Air Force pilot, and later engaged in 17 years of aircraft accident investigation, writing an accident investigation report was easy for the elder Joseph. Even if Zhuo Huan made an extremely harsh request: requiring him to write the causes of each accident in the same length, his typing speed did not slow down.
However, at five o'clock in the morning, the east was already bright, and there was a bright twilight slowly reflecting from the sea, and when it was transpiring, old Joseph stopped his typing hands.
A qualified aircraft accident investigation report includes four aspects.
Records of all crashes.
Analysis of air crashes.
Investigate the cause report.
Safety advice.
To investigate an air crash, in addition to giving the truth to the deceased, it is also necessary to draw lessons and conclusions from it.
Old Joseph put his hands on the keyboard several times, but he never typed a word—
He made it to the end of the investigative report, leaving only safety recommendations.
His tired eyes stared at the computer screen, and bloodshot eyes exploded from the eyeballs. There is a layer of bluish black under his eyes. He is extremely tired, but what is more tired than his body is his soul, which is heavy and unable to breathe like a trailer.
The investigative headquarters at five o'clock in the morning was silent.
Old Joseph came to the window and opened it. The icy sea breeze came head-on, like a knife cutting, piercing into the bottom of my heart. Tears overflowed from the already overworked eyes at the moment they touched the wind. Boston in February was still so cold, just like Washington seventeen years ago. It was January, and there was another blizzard. Through every corner of the torn cockpit, it rolled wildly.
He was suffocating from the cold.
All the blood in his body seemed to freeze at that moment.
The body lost a little temperature, there were crying and screaming. Then, in the night when the ambulance and the fire engine were rushing together in a panic, he seemed to hear someone in the ruins exhausted all his strength and whispered a word before dying.
"sorry. 』
It seems to be a hallucination, and it seems to be as clear as ears.
Until two days later, he woke up in the ward. Lovins, who was just a young investigator at the time, stood in front of him and told him that Michael Harrison died on the spot.
Memories rushed towards his face like a tsunami, and for a while, old Joseph couldn't tell what had actually happened, and what was a fantasy he had imagined after seventeen years of torment.
He closed his eyes, and the cold wind blew into his collar and sleeves, chilling his whole body.
Seventeen years ago, Lovins asked him a question in the hospital, and his answer was that he didn't know.
Perhaps now, he can finally give that answer.
Taking out his mobile phone, Old Joseph found Lovins' name and sent him a message.
[I think it's because of fear.]
The next moment, Lovins actually replied: [Still investigating the headquarters?]
Old Joseph was a little surprised: [Yes, you are there?]
There was a sudden knock on the office door, and when it was pushed open, it was Lovins' smile: "Would you like a drink?"
From the corner of the tea room, the two found a few cans of beer that were hidden by someone.
Old Joseph: "I never drink anything like that."
Lovins: "My old friend, there is no way to pay attention to it at this time, it would be nice to find it!"
The two drank for a while.
Old Joseph: "If I hadn't been vaguely aware of something, I don't think I would have changed so much in the next seventeen years. You probably don't know that we just arrived in Boston three months ago. Several American Airlines pilots met When it comes to me, I still look very scared. Hey, you said that I was so scary before, and it has been more than ten years, is he still afraid?"
Lovins: "What are you like? Don't you know yourself? Ask me."
Old Joseph grunted and took a sip of his wine.
Lovins patted him on the shoulder: "Don't take it to heart. When the NTSB wrote the investigation report seventeen years ago, it included crew communication problems as one of the causes of the accident, and also made suggestions to American Airlines. But that was not the main reason. .that accident was caused by many factors, the weather, the pilot's driving skills, the landing gear loose, the crew communication...even if he does ask you for help, please come and land, my old man, are you sure you can Nothing happened?"
"The word failure is not in my dictionary!"
"For the persevering, there is no such thing as failure?"
Old Joseph: "..."
Lovins joked: "The iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck's life motto is still so suitable for you, Joseph."
The two drank for a while.
Under the rising sun, two men who were no longer young leaned on their shoulders, drinking and looking at the rising sun. The bright but not glaring sunlight shone on the two silent faces. Perhaps the sunlight was too warm, and old Joseph gradually shed tears. He raised the beer bottle and faced the sun: "I'm sorry."
Lovins glanced at him and raised the bottle: "To a better tomorrow."
Seventeen years ago, the young Hard Joseph couldn't understand why a strange pilot didn't ask him for help. He never treated each other harshly, and never had an argument. They are not familiar at all.
Now, already over half a hundred years old, he looks back on his life.
The truth has long been unknown, and no one knows why Michael Harrison made such a decision seventeen years ago.
But the only thing he knew was—
What illuminates this world is sunshine, warmth, understanding and tenderness that are more dazzling than the sun.
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: He praised me for being awesome, who doesn't know
Fu Chengcheng: ... I will never say it again!