In early February, half a year after the American Airlines 4012 crash, the NTSB held a press conference in Boston.
298 victims, one of the most advanced aircraft in the world, is enough to attract the attention of people from all over the world. At nine o'clock in the morning, the press conference started on time. Lovins, a senior investigator of the NTSB, first introduced all the investigations, and then Lina, a spokesperson for UAAG, made a final report summary.
Media attention to the accident has never diminished since the wreckage of the plane was pulled from the sea in December. The public has long known that the black box of American Airlines 4012 has disappeared and has not been recovered. I also know that there is no mechanical failure in this plane simply from the wreckage of the plane that was fished out.
In fact, a month ago, Airbus shares rallied after the media reported that the plane had suffered no mechanical problems.
Today, as predicted by all the media in advance, the conclusion given by the investigation team is very likely that the pilot made an error.
A reporter stood up and asked: "If my understanding is correct, what do you mean, this is a man-made accident?"
Lina looked at the reporter and smiled: "No."
The reporter froze.
Lina's voice is gentle, and her speech is neither urgent nor slow: "I hope you can understand my words correctly. First of all, before the investigation report comes out, before readers open this report, please remember that this is an unsolicited Airplane accident where the black box was retrieved. If we found evidence in the wreckage, such as a broken engine, a faulty fly-by-wire system, then the answer must be correct, certain, and beyond doubt. But we did not find any clues, so The answer lies with the pilot."
"That said, if the American Airlines crash of 4012 was a mechanical failure, it's 100 percent true."
"If it's a human factor, then it's just a hypothesis. Until the black box is fished out, no one can guarantee that it is really a human accident."
The reporter rolled his eyes: "Then can I understand it this way? This is most likely an air crash caused by human factors, but I'm not 100% sure."
Lina was silent, her voice was calm: "Yes."
The reporters nodded in unison and recorded this sentence.
Lina: "This reporter, are you a man?"
Just as he was about to sit down after asking questions, the reporter was suddenly called by Lina, and he nodded in surprise: "Yes."
Lina smiled and said, "It seems that you are also very likely to be a man, but I'm not 100% sure."
Reporter: "What do you mean by that?"
Lina didn't change her face, and smiled politely: "You are indeed a man now, but you may not be a man in the future. It's like now we speculate that American Airlines 4012 may be a human error, but suppose its black box is fished out one day , suddenly it might not be human error. Of course, this metaphor is inappropriate, after all, you must be a man now, and American Airlines 4012 is not sure that it must be human error."
The reporter was dumbfounded and didn't know how to refute for a while.
Lina: "News pays attention to authenticity, timeliness and accuracy. Reporting a piece of news truthfully and accurately and bringing the truth to the public is the meaning of the existence of news media. In a way, it is also our investigation of this air crash accident. s reason."
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The long press conference finally ended after five hours.
All the reporters present were seasoned and eloquent senior reporters, including some well-known and well-known sharp talkers in the United States. Even Lina can't handle it with ease sometimes. Yet she did her best.
In fact, all of them knew that the accident might have been caused by human error. But the efforts of each of them are to be worthy of the truth that if one day, it really reverses.
At least, you did it, you worked hard. Only in this way can we live up to our hearts.
After the press conference, Lina and Lovins left the conference hall together. Lovins smiled at her and said, "It's been hard work. I used to deal with these jackal-like reporters every time. They are really scary. If it's a mechanical failure, they will get to the bottom of it, and they must take it from you." Responsibility is thrown to the aircraft manufacturer, or the airline, or the airport. If the plane is not faulty, they have to find a responsible person. You know, people are more concerned about not why it went wrong, but who should bear the consequences when it goes wrong , whoever will be fined or even imprisoned.”
Lina: "It's the exact opposite of us. What we're looking for is why it went wrong, and how we can avoid it in the future."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Lovins: "Have you read this investigative report written by Joseph?"
Lina pretended to be surprised: "Lovins, are you doubting my professional level?" She smiled: "Of course I have seen it, and more than once."
Lovins shook the thick investigation report in his hand: "312 pages, it's really amazing. It only took three days to finish this report, even for me, it's too much. To be honest, you Secretly tell me that there are so many excellent investigators in the NTSB, why did Patrick leave Joseph alone? Well... like me, I’m not bad either.”
The blonde covered her lips and smiled slightly: "You are not suitable."
"Hey, do you think I'm inferior to Joseph? I'm a senior investigator."
"Oh? So you are being sarcastic, old Joseph is just an ordinary investigator, not as good as you?"
"I didn't say that!"
The two walked back while talking and laughing. After getting in the car, Lina flipped through the last dozens of pages of the investigation report. She looked down at the lines clearly printed on the white paper, showing a gentle smile.
『Fourth, security recommendations
According to the analysis of this accident, safety suggestions are put forward from two aspects of personnel and organization.
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The cultivation of the pilot's personal psychological quality is mostly neglected or not properly dealt with by the major airlines at present. The mental illness of pilots is not only reflected in the communication with the psychiatrist and the monthly psychological evaluation, but also in the aspects of interpersonal communication and proper cockpit discipline... 』
There are no special and emotional words in the cold words, but she knows that the person who wrote it has exhausted his heart.
Lina carefully read the safety advice part of the investigation report for the fourth time, and when the car arrived at the investigation headquarters, she finally read it.
In the investigation headquarters, NTSB investigators are packing up instruments and materials. The instruments will naturally be transported back to the NTSB branch for storage, while the data will be handed over to the NTSB headquarters in Washington, where there is a large database of every air crash that has been investigated by the NTSB for more than 60 years. material.
Lina went upstairs and stopped before she walked out of the stairs.
"What are you doing?" She walked over.
In the spacious investigation headquarters office, NTSB investigators came and went in a hurry, busy moving various machines. Several people from UAAG seemed out of place at this moment, they sat on the sofa in the lobby, Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa facing east, Fu Cheng and Su Fei sat opposite him.
On the tea table between the three of them, there were a few playing cards.
Su Fei gritted his teeth, and was about to throw another poker card as a bargaining chip, when Zhuo Huan suddenly sneered, "You're about to lose again."
Su Fei raised his head: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan didn't return him, but looked at Fu Cheng who was sitting beside Su Fei: "I went to Harvard half a year ago, played blackjack with this man 46 times, and won 37 times. I heard that some people won IMO gold medals , and was nominated for the Turing Award. Wow, do you know who this person is?"
Su Fei: "..."
Holding the cards, Fu Cheng smiled slightly: "If you hadn't always been so aggressive with him, I don't think he would have lost so much."
Zhuo Huan was noncommittal, with a sloppy smile on his lips, he took out a chip card and threw it out.
Fucheng directly folded his cards and no longer participated in the game between these two people. Su Fei, on the other hand, was very aggressive, staring at Zhuo Huan viciously, with the thought of stripping Master Zhuo's skin and bones. If it wasn't for him not being able to beat Zhuo Huan, Fu Cheng wouldn't doubt it, he might really have done this.
In the entire UAAG investigation team, only Su Fei and Zhuo Huan can play this kind of probability game. These two people can count cards. If they go to Las Vegas, they will definitely be banned by major casinos. It stands to reason that Su Fei shouldn't lose so badly, but his psychological quality is not very good, and he can always be irritated by Zhuo Huan's few words, or directly show his emotions with his expressions.
Fucheng went to the tea room to pour himself a cup of coffee, and Lina happened to be there too.
Lina smiled at him and said, "Why do you want to get up and play blackjack with them?"
Fu Cheng: "Su Fei wants to pull me in as a helper. Although I don't think it's useful."
Lina thought for a while: "At least in a certain point, I think you are far better than Reid."
Fucheng looked at her in surprise.
"You can beat him."
Fucheng: "..."
"Although the joke is not very funny, but thank you, I think so too."
Lina: "It's not like I haven't fought anyway, is it?"
Fu Cheng was stunned: "You know?"
Lina actually knew that he almost broke Uncle Zhuo's hand with a stick when he went to the Arctic Circle to test the flight
"Of course, I'm Lina, there's nothing I don't know, unless I don't want to know."
After spending two days, NTSB finally packed all the materials and instruments and sent them to the investigation headquarters in Washington. The five members of UAAG did not leave, but continued to live in the luxury hotel provided by the other party, and waited until the last day to attend the summary reception of the NTSB report.
This is a unique feature of NTSB.
Probably because there are too many budgetary funds. Every year, the U.S. Congress allocates a large amount of funds to the FAA, and the FAA allocates a large amount to the NTSB. Therefore, every time the NTSB investigates an air accident, it will hold a concluding reception.
Old Joseph often attended NTSB receptions, and Lina, as the daughter of the second largest shareholder of McFly, also attended several times. Zhuo Huan did not participate. Every time NTSB sent him an invitation, he didn't even read it, just threw it in the trash.
Besides, the one who is most interested in this is Su Fei.
Early in the morning, he enthusiastically tried on the dress, put on his hair with a hair mask, and looked forward to having an affair at the banquet. However, at night, looking at the men in neat suits at the reception, Su Fei lost his appetite and felt completely disinterested.
There are women, but most of them are family members! Those who are not family members don't even look at Su Fei, and they also have no interest in a kid like him.
Uncle Zhuo had no interest in this kind of reception, and once he entered the venue, he didn't know where he went.
Fucheng ate something and took a glass of champagne, but didn't drink a few sips.
Old Joseph came to his side: "Is this called wine?"
Fu Cheng turned to look at him.
Su Fei also came over at some point: "How long is life, I'm just wasting my time here?!"
Lina: "You can leave anytime."
The three of them looked at her together.
Lina raised her phone and shook it: "Reid has asked me to contact the car, so do you want to go together?"
The NTSB summary reception is not just an ordinary reception, it is more like a social occasion for workplace chats. That doesn't suit UAAG.
Lina arranged for an extended Rolls-Royce this time, and as soon as she got in the car, she saw Zhuo Huan already sitting in the car with her eyes closed.
The four squeezed together.
Fucheng was the last one to go up, and Lina only reserved one place for him, beside Zhuo Huan.
Fu Cheng paused for a moment, then stepped up and sat down.
The leather sofa seat sank slightly, Zhuo Huan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then closed his eyes again. He coughed lightly, and Fucheng asked, "Teacher Zhuo, do you have a cold?"
Zhuo Huan let out a dull snort from his nasal cavity: "Yes."
Old Joseph: "Reid seems to have had a cold for several days, right? I heard you humming all the time before."
Fucheng was a little surprised: He didn't notice it
Old Joseph squeezed his eyes: "I guess it was on the roof that time, the wind was freezing."
Fu Cheng froze suddenly, recalling that night before his eyes.
That's right, wearing only a shirt, boldly standing on the roof of the Boston seaside and enjoying the wind, it's still Boston in February. This is no longer a big heart, this is simply waiting to get sick.
Without making a sound, with his hands in his pockets, Fucheng listened to Old Joseph and Su Fei chatting cheerfully in the car.
The fingers in the pocket moved lightly, as if touching the man's cold body temperature again.
After thinking about it, Fu Cheng tilted his head slightly, and said softly: "I should have taken off the coat for you."
Zhuo Huan opened his eyes and looked at him.
Fucheng: "I'm in better health than you, and I shouldn't catch a cold if I blow on the wind."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Depend on.
"You are very good." Throwing down a sentence of gritted teeth, Zhuo Huan got up directly and walked to Su Fei's side: "Go over and change places with you."
Su Fei: "What? Why?"
"Change or not."
Su Fei was confused, and changed places with Zhuo Huan. He doesn't care where he sits at all. Anyway, even if it's an extended luxury car, it's only this big in total, so it's convenient to sit anywhere and chat.
After sitting down, Su Fei whispered to Fu Cheng, "What did you do to make RIP angry?"
Fu Cheng showed a gentle and harmless smile: "It's just telling the truth." The voice was neither high nor low, just enough for everyone in the car to hear.
Turning his head and closing his eyes to rest, Zhuo Huan heard this: "..."
The next moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Fucheng expressionlessly.
Fu Cheng seemed very surprised, and looked at him seriously, his handsome face was dazed and puzzled: "Teacher Zhuo, what's the matter?"
Zhuo Huan laughed angrily.
He stood up again and walked to Su Fei's side: "Change back."
Su Fei: "..."
"You're sick! I'll just do what you want me to do when I change things around? Do you know that you're driving a car and you can't move around casually, do you understand that?"
Zhuo Huan: "Take you to the bar to play."
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Zhuohuan lowered his head and said to Lina: "Go to the bar, it's still early today, so I won't go back to the hotel."
Lina glanced at Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng, and said with a smile, "Okay."
Su Fei stood up abruptly, and sat back in his seat excitedly. Zhuo Huan snorted softly, put his hands in his pockets, first looked down at Fu Cheng, then turned sideways, and sat down unceremoniously. The overly long legs spread out to the sides, and he almost pushed Fu Cheng's legs aside, and it was obviously intentional.
Fucheng hadn't seen such a naive person for a long time. He was about to speak when a head suddenly leaned against his neck.
The soft and long hair groped for the bare neck, Fu Cheng's body froze, and the words came to his lips, but he couldn't come out.
Just passing through a tunnel, the light suddenly dimmed.
In the closed tunnel, the humming sound of traffic echoed on the walls on both sides, becoming louder and suppressing all sounds. Su Fei couldn't help but raise his voice when chatting with Old Joseph so that he could hear clearly. But the world of Fucheng has long lost its sound.
Today he wore a thick white down jacket, so the inner layer was a little thinner, just a woolen sweater.
The open neckline exposes the young man's beautiful collarbone, and the place where the man rests his head is the slightly protruding bone. It's not soft and pillowy, but it's suffocatingly sexy. He was stiff and didn't dare to move, wanting to avoid this man and stay away from him, so the slender neckline was immediately stretched, and the flickering tunnel lights shone down, creating a layer of radiant luster.
Zhuo Huan looked at it for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said in a low voice, "Fucheng, I'm sick."
Slowly the eardrums fluttered like feathers, Fu Cheng's lips moved, and he couldn't help but look down at him.
The next moment when the four eyes met, Zhuo Huan raised the corners of his lips.
"So, don't seduce me..."
The last two words were not spoken, but the man looked at Fucheng and deliberately traced the shape of the two words with his mouth slowly and vaguely. After finishing speaking, Zhuo Huan laughed first, and he didn't speak again, but leaned on the young man's shoulder, looked at the slender collarbone that was close at hand, closed his eyes and continued to rest.
The pain was more unbearable than the desire, he couldn't help coughing, and the warm breath spewed on the young man's naked collarbone.
After a long time, Fucheng raised his head and looked at the characteristic starry sky roof of Rolls-Royce.
The stars all over the sky are like diamonds, shining brightly on the ceiling of the car.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Knowing that it shouldn't be, knowing that there is no reason, how could it be like this, but the heart is still beating in the chest. He didn't push the man away, and he didn't even refute that sentence subconsciously. Instead, there was hotter blood in his veins, and a soul that was suddenly sober for more than twenty years.
After arriving at the destination, Fu Cheng sat in the outermost position, and he was the first to get off the car with a calm expression.
After entering the bar, Zhuo Huan seemed to be really tired from illness, he took off his coat and covered his face, and lay down to rest. Lina asked if she wanted to take him back to the hotel first, but he refused: "I'll sleep for a while, you guys play first."
Fucheng left a sentence: "I'm going to the toilet."
Walking through the corridor, ignoring the toilet pointing sign to the left without looking sideways, Fucheng strode to the right. In the darkest corner at the end of the bar corridor, the tall and thin figure was completely hidden, Fu Cheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, clicked it, and lit it.
Taking two breaths quietly, he turned on his phone and opened the photo album.
In this era, the easiest thing to lose is data, and the least easy thing to lose is also data. He searched for a long time, and finally found a photo taken with a beautiful girl seven or eight years ago. He almost forgot everything about this girl, even if it was a group photo, he was just too lazy to organize the phone album, so he never deleted it.
There are not many photos, only two, but Fucheng looked at them over and over again.
A cigarette was quickly exhausted, and Fu Cheng turned off the phone. He strode back to the booth at the bar, only to see Zhuo Huan sitting up at some point, ordering a glass of wine while looking at his phone while drinking.
Fu Cheng sat beside him and threw down two decks of playing cards.
"Mr. Zhuo, do you want to play blackjack?"
Zhuo Huan paused and looked up at him. In the past, the young man's eyes were always clean and clear, with a trace of pure stubbornness, like a rock on the edge of a cliff that has been blown by wind and rain, fragile and hardworking. But now, maybe the music in the bar is too mellow, and the beam of light is ambiguous and charming, these eyes are immersed in strong colors, Zhuo Huan couldn't help looking at it for a long time.
Su Fei: "Damn it, Fucheng, are you taking the initiative to seek abuse?"
Zhuo Huan came back to his senses.
"OK."
Fucheng gave the cards to Su Fei and asked him to deal the cards as the banker.
In the noisy bar, Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa and started playing blackjack.
Using the candies brought in from the bar as chips, Uncle Zhuo took the cards calmly while drinking, glanced at the table, and began to count the cards. After Fucheng took the cards, he didn't make much action. However, when the key cards were dealt and Zhuo Huan started counting cards again, he suddenly said, "Zhuo Huan."
"Huh?" Zhuo Huan raised his head.
Fucheng traced three characters with his mouth.
Zhuo Huan was stunned suddenly, when he came back to his senses and looked at the cards on the table, he could actually continue to count, but it was meaningless to count at this time. After a few more rounds, Zhuo Huan cursed with a smile: "Fuck." Then he gave Fu Cheng a meaningful look, and threw the cards on the table.
Su Fei: "Damn it, you won, Brother Fu?!"
Fu Cheng showed his cards and said with a smile, "Concession."
After drinking for an hour, Lina arranged another car, and the five of them went back to the hotel together. As if it was a convention, Fu Cheng was the first to get in this time, Zhuo Huan was the second to get in the car, and sat beside him confidently.
After the car drove away, no one seemed to pay attention to this side, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand to grab Fu Cheng's, but Fu Cheng dodged calmly.
Zhuo Huan was stunned, looked at him for a while, raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"
Fu Cheng asked back: "Teacher Zhuo, what do you mean?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him steadfastly, and smiled slowly: "You said those three words."
Two hours ago, in this car, Zhuo Huan looked at him and said with a half-smile -
"Don't seduce me—
fuck you. 』
Fu Cheng was surprised: "What three words did I say?"
Zhuo Huan didn't speak, but his eyes were very clear: What did you say, you don't know what
Fu Cheng: "I said, I'm sorry. Because I guess I won that round."
Zhuo Huan stared at him with dark eyes. After a long time, he laughed and stood up and ran to Su Fei. Before he could speak, Su Fei directly said, "RIP, you want to change seats, can you stop staring at me?" Me alone? You can find Lina or Old Joseph!"
Zhuo Huan's face was extremely smelly, he snorted coldly.
Su Fei: "..."
Come on, his lord has a lot.
After the two switched positions, this time, Zhuo Huan didn't ask to switch back.
When we got back to the hotel, Uncle Zhuo didn't care who was sitting near the car door, he took a big step and got out of the car first.
Su Fei looked at Fu Cheng: "Why did you provoke him?"
Fucheng didn't answer. He looked at Zhuo Huan's receding back for a long time.
While waiting for the elevator, Fu Cheng took out his phone by accident, flipped the photo album to the top, and deleted two photos with a blank expression.
The next day, everyone from UAAG arrived at Logan Airport, preparing to return to China.
Su Fei took a peek at Zhuo Huan: "I think RIP is still very unhappy."
Lina glanced at Fucheng first, then smiled and said, "Reid is always like this, there are many things that can make him unhappy, so there is no need to worry too much."
Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, threw the luggage directly to the VIP service staff at the airport, and walked in front alone. Halfway there, his cell phone rang, and after he connected it, he sneered and said, "Congratulations, I'll be boarding the plane forty minutes later. Congratulations again, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't bother me if I have nothing to do, I'm No time."
Lovins on the other end of the phone was stunned for a while, and it took a while to react. He quickly said: "Patrick, you haven't boarded the plane yet? Exactly, cancel the flight and come back! The black box has been found, yes, you heard it right, the black box of American Airlines 4012 is very likely to be found!"
The footsteps stopped abruptly.
As soon as Zhuo Huan stopped, everyone behind him also stopped.
Zhuo Huan hung up the phone, glanced at the members of his own family, and finally stopped on Fu Cheng. He strode forward, stopped beside Fucheng, bowed his head and said softly: "I'll settle the score with you later." Then he looked at the crowd, "Cancel the flight, Lovins' phone, the black box was found."
The author has something to say:
Fu Chengcheng: I think I should be a straight man... maybe.
Zhuo Anxi: Humph! Coax me now, you still have time!