In the spacious and bright meeting room, the long table in the center of the room has been removed because it takes up too much space. Dozens of investigators sat in the conference room, staring intently at the projection screen.
Zhuo Huan nodded to Su Fei, the punk boy immediately understood and opened the black box data.
"This black box records the data of the engine on the right side, the operating data of the aircraft, and the voice recording of the cockpit." Speaking of this, his hand has already clicked on the data curve.
In an instant, dense lines with different colors appeared on the screen. Everyone gasped, held their breath, and stared at the screen with wide eyes. The clacking sound of the keyboard can be heard endlessly.
Zhuo Huan: "Turn on the cockpit voice recording."
Su Fei: "Okay."
Fu Cheng's fingers slowly clenched, and he turned his head to look at Zhuo Huan calmly, only to see that the latter was squinting, scanning the flight data on the screen quickly, as if he didn't notice his movements. Pursing his lips, Fu Cheng looked away, when there was a soft humming sound from beside him, and he subconsciously turned his head to look again.
Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly, raised his eyebrows, and spread his palms upwards.
One moment of surprise, the next moment, there is warmth in my heart. Fu Cheng reached out and grabbed his.
Zhuo Huan's palm was a little hot and humid, and after the skin was pressed tightly together, a steady stream of warmth spread along the joint. Fu Cheng's tense heart relaxed a little, but he hadn't relaxed for a few seconds before he heard a piercing and sharp electrical noise coming from the speaker.
Everyone present frowned reflexively. The sound was like fingernails sliding on the glass, causing physiological discomfort.
Zhuo Huan raised his head, his tone was displeased: "Su Fei?!"
Su Fei was also very aggrieved: "Can you blame me? This black box is seriously damaged, especially the cockpit voice record, which is half damaged. I have tried my best to remove the noise caused by these damages, but it will be difficult to restore the audio track." May affect the content of the recording."
Fu Cheng: "Go ahead."
Su Fei continued to play the cockpit voice recording.
The black box of McFly F485 kept the cockpit voice records of two hours before the crash. It is electronically preserved and the recording is automatically destroyed and re-recorded every two hours. Su Fei recorded a total of one hour and 43 minutes of recording in the repaired black box. According to the track curve, they listened to the recording directly from the last fifteen minutes.
This recording is intermittent.
Because it has been damaged to a great extent.
In the blurry and messy cockpit recording, Fu Cheng recognized for two minutes, and finally recognized the two people who were speaking.
Those were Rogge 318's two co-pilots: William Christopher and David Coster.
But the voice was too noisy, and there were all kinds of strange noises in the background, which made it difficult to hear which sentence was said by William and which was said by David. They are all Americans, have the same accent, and even the age difference is not very big, it is difficult to hear the difference from the age of the voice.
"How about today's package A?"
"Believe me, the baked vegetables with cheese in set A is the worst I've ever eaten."
"Haha, have you ever eaten a delicious airplane meal..."
In the beginning, the two co-pilots were chatting about today's meal on the plane. They didn't know that this was the last fifteen minutes of their lives. They spoke briskly and were very comfortable, and they even had time to complain and discuss whether there should be cheese in the flight meal.
Everything is perfectly normal.
William and David talked about the plane meal for a while, and then they were silent for a while, not knowing what they were doing.
Then, they chatted a few more words about the newly-cooperated captain.
"He's such a poor fellow."
"you're right."
Fucheng listened quietly, with a calm expression. However, only Zhuo Huan, who was holding his hand, knew that under this young man's calm appearance, there was already a turbulent wave in his heart. Fu Cheng's hands trembled uncontrollably. From the moment he heard that the two pilots in the cockpit were co-pilots, and without Qi Zhifeng, he seemed like a drowning person, struggling to swim to the surface. From the brink of death to his last breath.
Fu Cheng's palms were soaked with sweat.
Rogge 318 is an ultra-long-range transoceanic flight. Such an aircraft requires at least three pilots on board to take turns to rest.
When the air crash happened, Qi Zhifeng was not in the cockpit, he was resting according to regulations...
He is resting!
This means that this air crash has nothing to do with him, it is not his fault!
Relieved, relieved, ashamed, sad.
Complicated emotions welled up in his heart, Fu Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At this time, I heard an awkward voice from the stereo: "Damn, maybe I shouldn't drink that bottle of iced Coke before boarding the plane."
As soon as these words fell to the ground, everyone in the conference room was stunned. The next second, they stared nervously at the speaker that was emitting the sound. They knew it was a stereo, and there would be no change if they stared at it, but at this moment, they all did so in unison.
Including Fucheng.
Fu Cheng stared at the stereo, and heard such a conversation from inside.
"What's the matter David, you are not feeling well."
"It's a little uncomfortable. I seem to have diarrhea. I drank an iced Coke before boarding. I knew I shouldn't drink it, but it was too hot."
"No way, that was all a few hours ago."
"But I'm really going to have diarrhea."
"Okay, it's almost time for you to handover with the captain, why don't you take advantage of it now. I'll contact Ellie for you and ask her to wake up the captain. Can you still hold on?"
"It's okay, I can hold on for a few more minutes, but please hurry up."
The stewardess's sweet female voice soon rang out from the stereo, but Zhuo Huan's eyes froze, and he quickly said to Su Fei: "Project the data of the right engine in the last ten minutes on the screen together."
Su Fei: "OK."
With a burst of quick operations, Su Fei quickly projected the data of the engine on the right side of the plane on the big screen, and even thoughtfully aligned the cockpit recordings and engine data according to the time, every minute and every second, for easy observation.
Not long after, a calm male voice sounded, with a slightly surprised tone: "The power of the engine has dropped."
Zhuo Huan turned to look at Deputy Director Andrew, and then continued to look at the big screen.
Lovins immediately responded to his boss's words, and he took a closer look: "Yes, since they said 'I drank a bottle of iced Coke before boarding', the power of the engine on the right side began to decrease at a constant speed." Pause Suddenly, he realized: "Damn, they didn't find out?"
Of course, the two pilots in the cockpit didn't notice that they were discussing David's sudden diarrhea.
While contacting the flight attendant, William asked her to wake up the captain, while observing the situation of his companions. It was even more impossible for David to be in the mood to observe the aircraft dashboard. His stomach hurt so badly that he couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans.
However, listening to their voices, the conference room was silent.
After a long time, Old Joseph sighed and said, "We can't blame them, after all, they have set up autopilot long ago. From the current point of view, the flight data shows that they should not have done any special operations, and they did not expect that the autopilot plane would behave abnormally. And it's just a manageable anomaly, lo and behold, the sirens didn't go off, did they."
Having been a captain and experienced a tragic air crash, Joseph Sr. was more sensitive to the pilots' operations in the air crash and understood them better.
After finishing speaking, Old Joseph looked at Zhuo Huan.
In this conference room, no one knows the McFly F485 better than Zhuo Huan, and can better evaluate the autopilot system of this plane.
Zhuo Huan looked at the flight data curve coldly with a sullen expression. He didn't speak, and no one in the room dared to say anything. Until Deputy Director Andrew said: "Perhaps it encountered air turbulence. McFly F485 has the most advanced autopilot system. In order to ensure the best flight experience for the crew, it will also properly adjust the power of the engines on both sides to reduce turbulence. "
Everyone looked at Zhuo Huan and asked him for proof.
Zhuo Huan still looked at the big screen. After a few seconds, he didn't look back at Andrew, but said calmly: "He's right."
Everyone continued to listen to the cockpit recording.
In the endless night, above the boundless ocean, the power reduction of the engine on the right side of the plane is just the beginning. Slowly, for no apparent reason, it began to turn slightly to the right.
In the conference room of the investigation headquarters, looking at the cold data curve and listening to the rustling noise from the speakers, everyone was silent, silently waiting for the last moment to come.
The two pilots in the cockpit weren't really ignoring everything, though.
The darkness of the outside world made it impossible for them to detect with their eyesight that the plane was making a right turn. Even when the gravity in the cabin was balanced with the cochlear fluid, they did not notice that their bodies were tilting. However, William still noticed the abnormality on the instrument.
"Wait, what is this, the plane is turning?"
This sound was like thunder, waking everyone up.
Because of the abdominal pain, David's voice was distorted: "Altitude, altitude... only 22,000 feet left."
William: "What the fuck?! What happened?"
There was a "click" sound of the door opening, and William hurriedly turned around and said, "Captain, come and see what's going on."
Fucheng held his breath.
The next moment, Qi Zhifeng's dull and powerful voice sounded: "What's going on?"
William quickly reported the situation.
Qi Zhifeng made a quick decision: "I'll control the plane."
David immediately left the main cockpit, but from the intermittent cockpit recording, everyone could hear that the co-pilot, who had been suffering from abdominal pain for several minutes, did not leave the cockpit. He has been in the cockpit, communicating with his companions, trying to control the plane.
In a plane that turned right and continued to descend, the co-pilot anxiously read the "Flight Safety Manual", and the captain took control of the plane.
However, the recording did not record what they said next, it was all harsh electrical sounds.
It can be seen from the flight data curve that after Qi Zhifeng took control of the aircraft for 30 seconds, the aircraft tilted to the right at an angle greater than 45°, and the entire aircraft suddenly fell into a terrifying spiral flip attitude.
Fucheng, Old Joseph, Lovins...
All the pilots present, or former pilots, were staring at the data curve of the plane. They were praying and hoping that the pilot would turn off the autopilot system of the plane as soon as possible. This should be the first thing they did.
But they are not closed.
Qi Zhifeng, William Christopher, David Coster.
Of the three excellent pilots, none of them disengaged the automatic flight system and turned on the manual control in the first place.
Almost terrifying flips and strong weightlessness, everything is deeply embedded in those cold data curves.
At this moment, at least everyone present finally knew what happened the moment Rogge 318 crashed.
From an altitude of 20,000 feet, they began to experience an earth-shaking rotation. The plane rotates rapidly in the air like a drum. People wearing seat belts should not have been thrown out. People without seat belts, people in the bathroom, and even the flight attendants preparing meals for passengers may have lost their breath five minutes before the plane crashed.
Then there is a terrifying pressure at least three times that of gravity.
The living people were pinned down on the airplane seats, unable to breathe, speak or move.
The huge pressure will cause the blood vessels to burst. Those who are not in good health may have gone into shock at this moment, and those who are in good health are still enduring huge torture. Five minutes later, the plane crashed heavily into the sea.
"Di-"
There was a harsh busy tone on the stereo, and all the recordings were played.
After a long time, Deputy Director Andrew spoke first: "A question, why did this plane suddenly start to automatically correct its attitude in the last half minute, and finally stopped rolling, but instead crashed into the sea with its belly down?"
He didn't mention his name, but everyone knew that he was asking about Zhuo Huan.
Only Zhuo Huan could answer his question.
Zhuo Huan's voice was calm: "Because it is a McFly F485, I have installed the latest anti-collision system on this aircraft. When the altitude is lower than 1,500 feet, it will automatically detect the flight attitude and airspeed, and make changes."
Andrew let out a soft oh, and he typed the word "ground collision avoidance system" on the laptop, followed by three bold red exclamation marks. Then he looked at Zhuo Huan without changing his face: "This anti-collision ground system ensures that we can sit here today, hear these recordings, and see these data. Without it, the moment the plane touched the sea, it would definitely Knocked to pieces. Thank you, Patrick, you're excellent."
Zhuo Huan glanced back at him, sneered and raised the corners of his mouth: "Oh, you're welcome."
The author has something to say:
This chapter refers to the Aeroflot 593 air crash, which is also the famous bear child air crash.