Japan Airlines JL917 crashed in a farmland one kilometer east of Vantaa Airport.
Half a year later, this vacant land has long been demarcated by the Finnish authorities, and no one else is allowed to enter until the results of the accident investigation come out.
UAAG was only invited by the European Aviation Safety Agency to participate in the investigation a few days ago, and now UAAG requires another on-site collection, and more than 20 staff members entered the scene to do the final collection work.
Fucheng pulled away the yellow cordon, bent down and entered the scene of the air crash.
On the land of about half a square kilometer, weeds grow against the wind. But among these weeds, there are pieces of land that have been burned one after another. They seem to grow on the skin of human beings, and they are mottled and glaring.
JL917 carried 140 tons of fuel when it took off, and when it landed, there were less than 5 tons of fuel left on the left and right wings.
It was because the fuel was not used up that the explosion occurred when the plane crashed and the farmland was burned like this.
Fu Cheng said in his heart: "So, the fuel is exhausted, this reason has been ruled out."
The reason for running out of fuel sounds outrageous, but it has happened more than once in the history of human air accidents.
On December 28, 1978, United Airlines Flight 173 crashed when the two pilots were so preoccupied with repairing malfunctioning instruments that they failed to notice that they ran out of fuel.
On August 6, 2005, Tunis International Airlines flight 1153, due to an error in the fuel quantity indicator, caused 2 tons of fuel to be added less, and finally failed to reach the destination, and made an emergency landing at sea.
Fucheng calmed down.
Today is a sunny day, with a cool wind blowing from the blue waves of the Gulf of Finland, mixed with a hint of salty sea water. Fu Chengruo casually looked at the man standing not far away, only to see that he put his hands in his pockets, raised his head to the sky, and closed his eyes slightly.
Her long hair was blown back by the wind.
It seems to be listening to the sound of the wind.
The next moment, this picture was instantly shattered. Fu Cheng turned his eyes away in a hurry, Zhuo Huan walked over unhurriedly, and a slightly cold voice sounded from behind him: "Re-measure the initial impact point, the fire area on the ground, the flight path..."
On the other side, UAAG investigates the headquarters.
"Fuel exhaustion has been ruled out, so what are the aircraft system failures, weather reasons, and human factors?" Su Fei held the accident information of JL917 in his hand, but did not read a word, stretched his neck and said curiously , "It still feels quite simple."
Old Joseph looked at him amusedly: "Is it simple? The reason for the weather can almost be ruled out. It was a rare good weather in Helsinki that day. The weather was clear and the wind speed was 5-15 knots. I can't find such good weather again."
Su Fei clapped his hands: "Isn't that simple? Only the aircraft system failure and human factors remain."
"Human factors depend on the black box. Maybe the CVR (cockpit voice recorder) will give us the answer, but the black box is still being repaired at Maifei Headquarters. The explosion happened to destroy the core part of the black box."
The punk boy stood up abruptly, and suddenly realized: "RIP begged me to come, that's why!"
Old Joseph laughed. He flipped through the 3D model of the accident on the computer, and muttered, "Speaking of which, this is Mai Fei's plane. Did Reid participate in the design of this plane?" He turned to look at Lina who was beside him.
Lina smiled: "The F435 is an aircraft from the 1990s, when Reid was just born. Of course, as far as I know, he has not participated in the subsequent improvements."
"That's it."
EASA investigators began scanning the scene of the plane accident.
After scanning in this way, you can directly use the data for model building when you go back.
Fucheng carefully observed the entire accident site, and finally he walked to the edge of the wasteland, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and stroked the scorched land on the ground.
It is cold temperature to start, this is the initial impact point, half a year ago, JL917 set foot on the road of no return from here.
Japan Airlines JL917 uses the F435 aircraft produced by McFly in 1991.
That plane... He also flew it.
However, he didn't notice that not far away, a man was looking at him quietly with lowered eyes.
The black coat was opened wide, so when the wind blew, it flew backwards. As long as the black-haired young man touched the scorched land, he looked at it for as long as possible. After watching halfway through, he even took out his mobile phone with great interest, turned on the clock, and wanted to press the stopwatch to count the time, but unfortunately, Fu Cheng stood up.
The black-haired young man walked up to him expressionlessly, and said politely, "Mr. Zhuo, do you think I have something to do?"
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "So obvious?"
The implication is, do you see it clearly
Fucheng: "..."
Fucheng said calmly: "Last night at the hotel, I looked up a lot of information about the air crash, but I still don't understand why you transferred me to UAAG." After a pause, "I'm just a pilot , without any experience in aircraft accident investigation."
Zhuo Huan: "There is an active pilot of Huaguo Donghua Airlines on the plane, who is proficient in all aircraft types in active service and has a flight qualification license for ERJ-190—"
"Available when needed."
His eyes widened suddenly.
"Are you on that plane too?"
Hey, no more honorifics.
A smile appeared in Zhuohuan's eyes.
Fucheng's mind turned a thousand times, and many strange things had answers at once.
Who can be paid attention to by the high-level executives of LaGuardia Airport and go to the crew waiting room to receive him in person; why did he offer to help on the out-of-control plane, but the captain refused his kindness.
Because of Zhuohuan.
Because that person is Reid·Ivrin·Patrick.
The top genius aircraft designer in the global aviation industry.
With amazing talent, he won the Wright Brothers Medal at the age of 21. At the age of 24, he became the chief engineer of Maifei Aviation Manufacturing Company.
He may not be able to fly the ERJ-190 flying from New York to Boston, but he definitely knows more about this plane than everyone on board at that time.
Flightradar has done surveys, and at the same time, there are 16,000 planes in the sky. Two thousand of them are the McFly F475.
McFly F475 is the most successful commercial aircraft of McFly in the past 30 years.
And its chief designer is called Reid·Irvin·Patrick.
"It's almost time to go back." Zhuo Huan took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, threw it into his mouth, and handed it to Fu Cheng, "Either?"
Fucheng looked at him with complicated emotions.
"Pretend you don't want it anymore." Zhuo Huan put the chewing gum back directly, put his hands in his pockets, and strode away. Halfway there, he stopped and looked back at the black-haired young man standing there, "By the way, I'm curious, what were you looking at at the initial impact point for so long just now?"
Fucheng didn't speak.
Zhuo Huan thought he had no answer, so he turned and left without speaking.
Watching this person's back, Fu Cheng's eyes gradually darkened, and there was no expression on his face.
"Working with Zhuohuan... it's really breathless."
Fu Cheng turned around, only to see an EASA investigator standing by his side at some point.
The investigator with an unfamiliar Asian face said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Gao Yun, I am Finnish-Chinese, and I am an investigator of EASA."
Fu Cheng was about to introduce himself.
: "I've heard of you, Major Fu, the youngest air force major in China. You are also a genius. You were transferred to civil aviation half a year ago due to personal reasons. You are a legend in China's aviation industry. I still can't believe that someone can master it. All models, you are also very famous in our Chinese aviation circle. As for him... "
He turned his head and looked at the man who had walked to the edge of the cordon.
Zhuohuan.
The yellow cordon became empty in front of this man, and he stepped over with one long leg.
Gao Yun's tone couldn't hide his admiration and admiration. He seemed to sigh casually: "Is there really someone in the aviation industry in Huaguo who doesn't admire Zhuo Huan?"
Do you worship
Under the gradually setting sun, the face of the black-haired young man was against the slightly drunken sunlight, and the fluff on his face was clearly visible. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and let out a soft laugh from his nasal cavity.
As soon as Fucheng returned to the headquarters of the investigation team, the punk boy joined him.
Although Fu Cheng didn't think the relationship between the two was very good, Su Fei first waved to him enthusiastically, and then looked at Zhuo Huan, his face changed suddenly: "Oh, RIP, I already know that you have tried everything possible to get me in Boston. What are you trying to do by tricking you into this UAAG. Come on, the black box of Nikko 917, and I will repair it for you. If even I can’t fix it, no one in this world can fix it.”
Zhuo Huan sneered: "So confident?"
Su Fei was furious, and before he could speak, Old Joseph came out to smooth things over: "Reid, do you know who you are provoking?"
Su Fei puffed up his chest.
Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand lazily, and picked out his ear: "Who?"
Old Joseph coughed: "I won the IMO gold medal at the age of 13, was nominated for the Turing Award at the age of sixteen, and graduated from Harvard with a master's degree at the age of seventeen."
"...Mr. Fly Su, a famous scholar who is now being invited by leading companies in the industry."
Zhuohuan: "Huh? Wait, isn't it Sophie?"
Sophie.
Sophie.
Su Fei: "..."
Lina: "..."
Old Joseph spread his hands: Well, this good old man can do whatever he likes.
Fu Cheng: "Pfft."
All eyes turned to him.
Even Zhuo Huan looked at him in surprise.
Fucheng: "..."
... Just, don't you guys think it's kind of funny
The punk boy became angry with embarrassment: "It's a shame that I still treat you as my best friend here! Cut off friends! Cut off friends!"
Everyone laughed.
There was a lot of noise, and soon, everyone went to do their own things.
Under the moonlight, Fucheng was flipping through the photos of the plane wreckage taken by the European Aviation Safety Agency before, when suddenly a shadow blocked the light. He looked up.
This man really has an appearance comparable to his popularity, even from the perspective of death from bottom to top, the perfect jaw line and high nose bridge are impeccable.
Fucheng's lips moved. After a long time, his voice was calm: "Teacher Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket.
"It's a reward, cold joke partner."
The author has something to say:
A beast like a sheep: A beast disguised as a sheep.
That sentence was said by Mr. Lu Xun~