"Coriolis illusion, the lymph fluid in the semicircular canal of the human ear reaches equilibrium after a long-term acceleration state, which makes the human brain produce the illusion of 'not accelerating'. Once the state of the lymph fluid is changed under the influence of an external force, the It may cause Coriolis hallucinations." Zhuo Huan said, "Because they wanted to avoid the cyclone, the two pilots chose to descend. At this time, they were in the process of accelerating descent. The sudden strong crosswind caused them to be hit hard , body shaking..."
He looked at all the investigators: "Thus, Coriolis hallucinations have occurred."
Joseph Sr. went on to say: "The evidence is obvious. First, from the flight data chart, the driving process of American Airlines 4012 is completely in line with the conditions for the generation of Coriolis hallucinations. Second, the co-pilot Tim said in the recording , he felt very dizzy. This is also one of the manifestations of Coriolis hallucinations. Besides..." Old Joseph looked at Su Fei, who immediately understood, retrieved the last flight data of the plane, and projected it on the big screen .
Joseph Sr.: "This plane, almost rushing into the sea at maximum acceleration. The most direct manifestation of Coriolis hallucinations-the pilot will feel that he is turning or accelerating on a completely different axis. In order to change this state, they will fly the plane incorrectly, causing the plane to accelerate faster."
Old Joseph watched the last paragraph on the screen quietly.
After a long time, he continued: "Kyle Schulman is indeed an excellent pilot. After he had fallen into the Coriolis hallucination, it only took him a minute to realize that he was not in the right state. After realizing this problem, he To be able to miraculously make the right choice and try to save the plane. Unfortunately, there are only a few seconds left."
"What a pity. If the plane was not at 9,000 feet at that time, it was not only a short 3,000 meters. As long as it was 2,000 meters higher, even 1,000 meters, he would have a chance to save the plane and save these 298 people... "
"Including himself."
***
The black box has been found, there is no doubt that the truth is in front of everyone, and the investigation report will have to be rewritten.
Zhuo Huan still handed over this task to Old Joseph.
Others helped Joseph Sr. collect information.
Outside, the media and the public are clamoring for the truth about American Airlines 4012, and they are eager to know the answer. Fucheng was in charge of helping Old Joseph collect information on marine meteorology. After he sent the information by email, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
In the investigation headquarters of NTBS, the lights are still brightly lit.
Old Joseph sat in front of the computer, the light of the screen was reflected in his eyes, he typed quickly and meticulously. Fucheng came in with a cup of coffee. Old Joseph raised his head and said with a smile, "I thought it was Lina. Fu, why did you come to me suddenly when you have time? Oh, by the way, I have received the marine meteorological data you collected. It is very comprehensive. thanks."
Fu Cheng put the coffee on the table, and he glanced at the computer screen. "It's tantamount to writing it all over again."
Old Joseph: "It doesn't count. There are some things that were not wrong in the previous investigation."
Fucheng took a sip of coffee and thought: "At an altitude of 9,000 feet, I suddenly encountered a strong crosswind of up to 60 knots. If this plane was not an Airbus A390, it was very likely that it would directly crash into the sea because of such a terrifying crosswind. Having managed to get past the initial crisis, they were only at 7,000 feet. By this time, they had fallen into the Coriolis hallucination."
After a pause, Fucheng looked at Old Joseph: "7000 feet, 200 knots airspeed, falling into Coriolis hallucinations. Old Joseph, can you rescue this plane."
This is not to defend the two pilots, nor is it purely curious. Fucheng asked this question only because, as a pilot, he had a deep-rooted pursuit of the pilot's flying skills and flying ability.
Old Joseph shook his head. Holding a coffee cup, he lay back on the swivel chair: "I can't do it. Even seventeen years ago, in my golden age, I couldn't do it. V, my level is as good as Kay's." I am only in Bozhong, what he failed to do, I know, I will not be able to do it either."
Fu Cheng's voice was calm: "But I just saw that what you wrote in the cause of the accident is that the pilots still have a chance to save the plane, and they didn't make the most correct choice."
Old Joseph didn't answer right away. He looked at Fucheng and slowly laughed: "Fu, what do you think we are investigating an air crash for?"
Fu Cheng was silent: "Find out the truth, and put forward suggestions, laying the foundation for the latecomers, and never repeat the same mistakes."
"You're right!" Old Joseph said, "so I can answer your question again. 7,000 feet, 200 knots airspeed, Coriolis hallucinations—these three almost death-like conditions appear at the same time, I The plane couldn't be saved, and Kyle couldn't. But is it really a dead end?"
"No! If the pilot can immediately realize that he is suffering from Coriolis hallucinations and start to overcome it with the countdown of five minutes. Then he has five minutes, five minutes, to save the plane. Five minutes, enough for He lifted the nose of a plane that was speeding into the sea and flew back into the sky! But they didn't."
Old Joseph put the coffee cup on the table, and said in a calm voice, "Yeah, I can't be too demanding. First of all, the person who flew this plane at the beginning was Tim, the co-pilot. His flying skills are not that superb, and it is impossible for him to Do what I said. It takes a while to transfer the piloting rights to the captain. And then, asking the captain not to make a mistake for a second, while imposing almost severe driving requirements on him, is too demanding He has to be perfect to have a slight chance, how is this possible."
"However, this does not mean that we fully excuse the pilot's responsibility in this accident."
"The pilot's negligence was one of the reasons that caused American Airlines 4012 to crash into the sea. This is beyond doubt."
"Write down the cause of the accident, and then make suggestions. I hope that other pilots around the world can pay more attention to the Coriolis illusion in training. If there is a person who encounters similar accidents in the future, he will immediately think of American Airlines. The tragedy of 4012, knowing what to do and successfully saving the plane. That's what we're really doing with this accident investigation."
Under the flickering incandescent lamp, Fucheng looked at old Joseph. After a while, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Old Joseph: "I joined NTSB in 2003, and it has been a full 18 years. Many air accident investigators are transferred from pilots. I was also a pilot before, and after I became an air accident investigator, I gradually understood a truth. V, Do you know what it is?"
Fu Cheng: "What?"
Old Joseph pointed his forehead with his fingers: "No one is perfect, even if you are an excellent pilot, you may make mistakes. The task of a pilot is to improve his driving skills and make his flying ability more outstanding. What air crash investigators do, apart from all non-human investigations and improvements, is to set up checkpoints and give all unimaginable and unimaginable disaster coincidences, so that those excellent pilots can learn to adapt to these accidents while cursing us. Hell-level flight copy, and submitted an excellent answer sheet."
"That's what air crash investigators are for."
Holding a coffee cup, Fucheng left Old Joseph's office.
He had just walked halfway, when he suddenly saw a man lying on the sofa at the end of the corridor, with only his coat covering his face carelessly. It was just a love seat, about 1.5 meters long. A man with a height of 1.85 meters is lying on it, so he must not be completely flat.
Zhuo Huan stomped on the ground with one foot bent, while the other was up in the air. The left hand rests casually on the edge of the sofa, the pale and thin wrist hangs down naturally, outlining the high protruding joints. The coat blocked his entire expression. He should be asleep, with his chest heaving slightly.
This corridor is the only way for Fucheng to go back to the office. He stood there for a while, then walked over calmly.
Just as he was about to turn a corner and walk around this corridor, his pants were gently pulled.
Fu Cheng turned around and lowered his head.
"Teacher Zhuo, are you awake?"
I saw that the hand that was naturally drooping in compliance with gravity was now holding onto Fu Cheng's pants, preventing him from leaving.
After a while, the other hand lifted the coat covering his face, revealing a cold and indifferent face. There was no trace of sleepiness on Zhuo Huan's face at all, he hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully, and there was displeasure in his slender eyebrows and eyes.
Zhuo Huan: "How is your math?"
Fucheng: "..."
"is acceptable."
"Oh, then you do the math."
A sentence that a certain man coldly dropped into his ear at Boston Logan Airport a week ago flashed into his mind. Fucheng's voice was gentle: "Mr. Zhuo, I'm not an accounting major, and I'm not very good at calculating accounts."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Is that so. But you seem to be very good at cheating."
Fu Cheng was surprised and said: "Is there any? I don't seem to have owed anyone money." After a pause, he looked at his pants: "Do you have anything else to do?"
Can you let go
Zhuo Huan just didn't let go, he sat upright on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked up at Fu Cheng with a half-smile: "Your pants are loose."
Fucheng was unmoved: "I'm not a primary school student."
The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and he froze in place.
I saw Zhuo Huan pulling the material of his trousers with one hand, while the other hand stretched out to Fucheng's trouser chain at a very fast speed, and then pulled it apart decisively. Everything happened so fast that Fu Cheng was completely unable to dodge.
With a triumphant smile on his face, Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Here."
It's open now.
Fu Cheng shook off the man's hand vigorously, and pulled up his trousers with a blank expression.
Fucheng said coldly: "It seems that I am not a primary school student, but you are." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
"Hello, Fucheng."
A man's casual voice came from behind, but Fu Cheng didn't want to turn around to talk to this man at all.
Zhuo Huan leaned back on the back of the sofa, tilted his head slightly, and his long hair fell to the side due to gravity.
Zhuo Huan said loudly, "Why are you so interested in Rogge 318?"
The footsteps stopped for a moment, Fu Cheng didn't answer, and continued to walk forward. Soon, his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Zhuo Huan watched him leave step by step, then covered his face with his hands, laughter overflowed from between his fingers.
***
Three days later, the NTSB held another press conference to announce the findings of American Airlines 4012.
The black box appeared, and the truth finally broke through layers of seawater from the depths of the boundless sea, and reappeared in the sky.
In this press conference, in addition to media reporters, many family members of the victims also arrived at the scene. They also want to know the truth, and want to let their deceased relatives rest in peace underground.
This time, there was no such rhetoric as at last month's press conference. The truth of the accident is no longer in dispute. The main reason is the special marine weather. The bad weather made the plane encounter unimaginable difficulties. The secondary cause was the responsibility of the pilots, as two pilots fell into a Coriolis hallucination and mispiloted the aircraft.
Fucheng stood outside the door of the conference hall, and did not go in to listen.
However, through a thin door, the voice of weeping and mourning still pierced into his ears. The cry is always so heart-wrenching, the distance between life and death is a pain that no one can get out of, even decades later, even if the edges and corners have been smoothed by time, and the joy and laughter of the past have been smoothed. Recalling that person again, the world will only show a black and white smile.
The pain goes deep into the bone marrow and is indelible.
As the press conference progressed, many relatives of the victims couldn't bear it and left first, crying bitterly.
Mrs. Harrison's eyes were red, she wiped the corners of her eyes, and slowly walked out of the door of the conference hall.
"Mrs. Harrison."
She turned her head, looked at the young man in front of her, thought for a while, and remembered: "You are one of the investigators of this accident."
Fu Cheng stepped forward with a soft voice: "Yes, my name is Fu Cheng, we met in Boston before. Please forgive me."
"Thank you, I really..." After covering her face and crying for a while, Mrs. Harrison forced a pale smile, "Tim didn't do it, sorry, I'm really sorry."
Fu Cheng: "Under that situation, he has already worked very hard. I remember you once told me when you were in Boston, and Tim said this to you—"
"Father's mistake, I will never do it again."
"he made it."
Mrs. Harrison stared blankly at Fucheng, tears welled up in her eyes, she wept hoarsely, her lips trembled, her heart ached and she couldn't speak.
Fucheng comforted her and sent her out of the gate himself.
The warm sun shines through the clouds and gently caresses the earth.
It's February, and it's almost spring.
When Mrs. Harrison left, the corridor was lined with bouquets of all kinds. It was sent by media reporters and people from all walks of life to comfort the 298 lonely dead souls under the cold sea. Her eyes suddenly fell on a bouquet of white lilies in the corner.
There is a small card inserted between the bouquets, obviously as long as you walk over, you can see what is written on the card.
Mrs. Harrison stood still for a long time, staring fixedly, but did not take that step after all.
…
"Father's mistake, I will never do it again.
He's a good pilot, Mom, I always thought so.
If you have seen the mountains, you are no longer satisfied with the grassland; if you have seen the sky, you are no longer satisfied with the earth.
My mother, I will soar into the blue sky and become your most proud eagle. 』
***
After the press conference, NTSB held another grand concluding reception as usual.
This time the UAAG members were not interested, but they didn't leave right away. After a night of rest and adequate sleep, the next night, everyone boarded the car arranged by Lina and arrived at Dulles International Airport. Surprisingly, this time, after they entered the airport, they did not go to the first-class VIP lounge.
Under the leadership of the stewardess, the five people entered a corridor covered with red carpets and passed through the international departure channel building. Private security, no other passengers present, or even simply passing through a corridor, automatically detected by a machine mounted on the wall. There is no need to go through the security check machine, and there is no need to check the items on the body, and pass the security check directly.
Several people in Fucheng sensed that something was wrong.
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows, and looked at Lina meaningfully: "Private plane?"
Su Fei exclaimed: "Fuck, special plane?!"
Old Joseph was also very shocked: "Now that UAAG has become so extravagant, how about a special plane to return home?"
Lina showed a mysterious smile. Before she could answer, the five of them had walked out of the corridor and came to the apron.
In the dark night, a huge McFly FP475 suddenly stopped in the middle. The airstairs had already been lowered, and the three pilots and two stewardesses waited for a long time. When the members of UAAG arrived, they bowed slightly and greeted with smiles.
In this silent and dark night, the McFly FP475 stands tall like a gigantic monster.
Su Fei still didn't think it was real: "I'm afraid I'm not dreaming. NTSB and American Airlines are so generous, the special plane is still a special plane from the United States back to China, across half of the world! I'm convinced, NTSB is really rich , capitalists are simply vampires!"
Zhuo Huan: "NTSB is rich, but not brainless."
Su Fei didn't react: "Huh?"
Everyone boarded the plane together.
With his hands in his pockets, Zhuohuan was the first to go up. Next is Lina.
Fu Cheng looked at Zhuo Huan's back, recalled what he said just now, suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind. And after they boarded the plane, things developed as Fu Cheng expected.
Just as Zhuo Huan walked into the cabin, the old man sitting on the leather sofa looked up and saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and shook his head: "It stands to reason, Reid, you should be a gentleman, let the lady get on first."
Zhuo Huan sat on a seat beside him, and said calmly: "I just happen to be the first one."
Soon, Lina also walked in. When she saw the old man sitting on the sofa, she smiled and greeted him with open arms.
The white-haired old man stood up with a smile, his serious expression disappeared after seeing his daughter, and he happily hugged her: "Lina, how long have we not seen each other?"
Lina smiled and said, "It's been half a year, Dad, we haven't seen each other since I entered UAAG with Reid."
At this time, the remaining people walked into the airport and happened to hear Lina's words.
Su Fei: "Fuck? Dad?!"
Yes, no one expected to meet the current head of the Comte family, Lina's father, Romain Comte here.
Lina: "Actually, I didn't expect to see Dad in Washington. It's really a coincidence that he just arrived in Washington yesterday, and then he is going to Tokyo today. So I thought, we can take his special plane and go back home. Shencheng."
At present, there are more than 40,000 business jets in the world, but less than 5% are under private names. Among them, there are very few that are capable of ultra-long-range and transoceanic flights.
Most business jets only fly short distances, and there are only four companies in the world that can produce transoceanic business jets: Boeing, McFly, Airbus and Embraer.
This Maifei FP475 is specially made by Maifei Company for Lina's father, Mr. Roman.
Old Joseph admired the extremely luxurious decoration in the cabin, and even the sofa cushions were specially customized by Hermès. He said with emotion: "I heard that McFly only built eight of these planes. Three were bought by the Saudi royal family at a high price, one was with the president, and one was given to the FAA. There are only three left." , I didn’t expect to see one here.”
Lina smiled and said, "One was for Mai Fei's predecessor... oh no, it was the former chief designer, and the other belonged to my father. As for the last one..." Lina looked at Zhuohuan with her eyes.
Everyone immediately understood.
Su Fei: "RIP, you still have this treasure, why didn't you take it out sooner!"
Zhuo Huan snorted lightly: "It's not with me anymore."
Su Fei: "Huh?"
Lina kindly explained to him: "The plane was sold by Reid last August to the Saudi royal family. I have to say that the Saudi royal family is really rich."
Mr. Roman also very much agrees with his daughter's point of view: "The price, to be honest, I was really moved, and I thought about selling this plane to them again. It's a pity that they don't seem to have plans to buy a fourth plane."
At this moment, everyone looked at Uncle Zhuo and once again realized what a rich Schrödinger is.
The luxury private jet specially designed by Mai Fei for VIPs is naturally different from ordinary private jets.
First of all, this aircraft can conduct ultra-long-range transoceanic flights. Secondly, there is more than one independent bathing device set up on the plane. Drinking bar, entertainment room, even a movie screening room. Everything you can think of and can't think of, it's on this plane.
After getting on the plane and flying smoothly, everyone couldn't hold back and wanted to visit the plane.
Even Fucheng was very curious about this plane. Except for Zhuo Huan who closed the door and lay on the bed to catch up on sleep, and Mr. Roman was unable to accompany him due to business affairs, Lina took the other three and started to visit various places on the plane.
They started walking around the nose of the plane, going first to the cockpit.
If it is a normal plane, of course passengers cannot visit the cockpit, even the door cannot be opened. But this is Mr Roman's private jet. The co-pilot opened the cockpit door for them. The four of them didn't go in. They just stood outside the door, greeted the three pilots inside, and looked at them from afar.
Then there is the massage room and entertainment room.
Su Fei was dumbfounded.
"You think rich people are happy? No, you can't imagine how happy they are!"
After visiting the entertainment room, there are two separate washrooms. Su Fei and Old Joseph couldn't wait to visit the drinking bar, Fu Cheng said: "I'll go to the bathroom." Lina nodded, and took Su Fei and the two to visit the drinking bar again.
Fu Cheng washed his hands, pushed open the door, and his eyes stopped on the man.
"Teacher Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan didn't seem to expect to see Fu Cheng either, he seemed to have just woken up and was not very energetic. There was a soft "hmm", and then he was about to walk in. But as soon as he took a step, he turned his head again, and his voice was a little loose: "Your pants are open."
Fucheng: "..."
Slowly, Fucheng raised the corners of his mouth: "Mr. Zhuo, Lina once said a word to me, and I think what she said is quite right."
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
Fucheng smiled brightly: "I can beat you."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Their eyes met, and the next moment, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand. With a click, Fu Cheng's opened trouser chain was pulled up.
He smiled slowly, with a hoarse and ambiguous voice: "Oh, but your trouser chain is really open."
Fucheng: "..."
After a long time, he smiled and said, "Oh, but I can really beat you."
After finishing speaking, Fu Cheng turned around and was about to leave, but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. He widened his eyes in astonishment, and the next second, Zhuo Huan pushed him into the bathroom. Mr. Roman happened to come over too, he didn't see who entered the bathroom, and the door closed right in front of him. He froze for a moment, and opened the door of another bathroom.
Zhuo Huan's movements were extremely fast, at the same time as he was pushing the person in, he hooked the door with his foot and closed the door again.
After the shock, Fu Cheng hurriedly scolded: "Zhuo Huan!"
"It's settled..."
Taking out the silver cigarette case from his pocket, he pressed lightly, and a cigarette popped out. After lighting the cigarette, Zhuo Huan stood at the door, leaning his back against the bathroom door, blocking Fu Cheng's way.
He raised his head and said calmly, "Oh, you are planning to deny it."
Volume 4 The Whisperer