McFly F485 has three black boxes, the most critical main black box is installed on the tail.
The black box salvaged this time was one of the two black boxes under the cockpit, and suffered some data damage. The mechanical operation data it records are not comprehensive, and it also records all the dialogue sounds in the cockpit. Because of the irreparable damage, the pilot's conversation heard by everyone was always intermittent, and the crucial last few minutes were lost.
After carefully studying the flight data and repeatedly confirming the cockpit recordings, Old Joseph looked at Zhuo Huan, and after getting the latter's nod in agreement, he stepped forward.
Old Joseph: "The salvage operation of the other two black boxes and the wreckage of the plane is still in progress. According to the information obtained so far, first of all, the investigation headquarters decided to exclude a certain degree of human subjective factors."
As soon as these words fell to the ground, there was a rustling discussion in the conference room.
Soon, Lovins recognized this view on behalf of the NTSB: "Before today, one of the main reasons for the Rogge 318 air crash was that the captain Qi Zhifeng kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. At present, it seems that when the plane is abnormal, it is not caused by the plane. The captain pilot, although he took control of the plane later and failed to save the plane, we agree with the captain's non-subjective factors."
The investigator sitting next to Lovins nodded and added: "Captain Qi is an excellent pilot, we all know that very well. Although I don't know why, he didn't turn off the autopilot and used manual control to save the plane. , but judging from some data instructions in the last few minutes, I think he is taking certain measures."
Everyone agrees.
However, at the forefront of the NTSB investigators, the solemn blond man looked down at the computer screen in front of him. After a long time, he said, "The factor of pilot suicide cannot be completely ruled out yet."
The conference room was suddenly silent.
Levi Andrew's voice was calm: "Qi Zhifeng, this captain has a very proud resume. He is an excellent air force instructor in Huaguo. I really can't imagine why he didn't turn off the autopilot. This is a new pilot who knows According to the flight data chart, the captain had about five seconds to control the plane without the influence of external force before the plane lost weight and crashed into the sea. This is enough for an experienced pilot.” After a pause, He turned to look at Zhuo Huan, "Patrick, what do you think?"
Zhuohuan was spinning a pen in his hand, and the black metal pen was spinning between his slender fingers. He glanced at Andrew and said with a sneer, "So what I'm talking about is to exclude a certain sense of human subjective factors."
Levi Andrew's face darkened.
Lovins frowned: "What does that mean?"
Old Joseph smiled slightly: "Maybe you didn't understand what I just said, my friend, what I mean is that the current investigation headquarters has tentatively ruled out the captain directly kidnapping the plane to commit suicide. You have all heard that when the plane is abnormal, the plane will The captain was not in the cockpit at all, and there was nothing suspicious about the behavior of the two co-pilots. However, due to the subsequent pilot operations, due to data damage and other reasons such as the black box not being salvaged, we are temporarily unable to know why they did not turn off the automatic Driving system. Therefore, two human causes cannot be ruled out at present—”
"First, the captain still has a passive driving state. At this critical moment of saving the plane, he hesitated, which eventually caused an unbearable tragedy."
"Second, the pilot's non-subjective accidental error. I don't need to explain this kind of thing."
Everyone nodded in understanding.
Lovins discussed a few words with Deputy Director Andrew in a low voice, and he raised his head: "We also agree with this point of view."
Old Joseph laughed: "Okay, the next thing is the most intuitive objective reason." After finishing speaking, Old Joseph looked at an NTSB investigator, who immediately stood up and began to recite the information he had consulted and sorted out: " The Maifei F485 made its first flight in 2016 and entered the civil aviation commercial field. Since then, as of last month, there have been four accidents.”
"The worst one was Rogge 318."
"The other three times, one was a pilot failure, one was a maintenance error, and one happened two months ago with no casualties. The reason is not yet fully investigated by the NTSB, but there has been major speculation internally: and the aircraft. The design of the condenser tube is related."
"Currently, there is only one item of condenser tube regarding the design of Maifei F485."
Old Joseph took his words: "Yes, so the next two possibilities are component damage and design problems."
An airplane is a massive, complex machine of steel.
It is not surprising that it is called the Iron Castle.
A civil aviation airliner is composed of millions of parts, even if the maintenance personnel check carefully every time, there may be omissions. Most omissions do not cause problems, or only cause minor problems that are not relevant and are quickly fixed by the ground crew. Only a very small number of omissions will lead to tragedy.
Aircraft are designed with some room for adjustment for these omissions.
The occurrence of an air crash seems easy, but it is actually very difficult.
However, the damage of parts is definitely one of the suspicious reasons for Rogge 318.
Beyond that, it's a matter of design.
Zhuo Huan said indifferently: "There is no plane, and I dare say that I will never have an accident. There is no designer who can design a perfect plane."
Fucheng watched him quietly.
Under the white light, his face was calm, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him: "Perfect, these four words can never be equated with an airplane. The design of the McFly F485 must have flaws."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the conference room.
Lina helped her forehead helplessly. She was very glad that this was not at a press conference. Otherwise, as soon as Zhuo Huan said this, the reporters would definitely add fuel and jealousy. Because of a design flaw? ! "Such news headlines.
Levi Andrew was silent for a moment: "This is one of the best planes out there."
Zhuohuan glanced at him, but didn't respond.
But everyone present knows that the praise from the enemy is the most sincere compliment.
Zhuo Huan raised his chin to Mai Fei's ground flight team: "As for the possible defects in the design, can Mai Fei provide an F485?"
Mai Fei's staff discussed for a while, and said: "Yes, Mai Fei will transfer an F485 from Los Angeles tomorrow."
The old Joseph beside the projection screen saw that Zhuo Huan stopped talking, he took a deep breath, and concluded: "Then the current situation is like this, the investigation team is divided into three groups. One group is to investigate the pilot's problem, and the other group is to investigate Parts issues, a group investigating design issues in the aircraft itself."
Lovins: "Beyond that, we're continuing to work out exactly where the plane landed."
Zhuo Huan heard the words and looked back at him: "Has there been any results?"
Lovins looked embarrassed: "There is not much progress, but there is already a certain direction."
Rogge 318's first investigation headquarters meeting ended like this.
McFly personnel immediately mobilized the aircraft from the factory, and the UAAG and NTSB investigators didn't have any time to waste, they turned their heads and devoted themselves to their work.
Finding a black box solved the confusion in many people's minds for five years, but it also brought more problems.
Why did the plane suddenly veer to the right
Why don't pilots turn off the autopilot
Everyone has a hunch that as long as these two problems are solved, the mystery of Rogge 318's crash into the sea can be solved.
Different from the tense atmosphere at the beginning of the meeting, when the meeting ended, everyone collected the materials in silence without much speech.
Fu Cheng sat on a chair, looking up at the projection screen that had turned into a blue screen.
Zhuo Huan and Su Fei are discussing the repair technology of the black box. The punk boy is quite sure that there is no way to repair it, but Zhuo Huan hopes that he can repair more.
Su Fei broke down and said, "It's useless even if you trade for an immortal!"
The people in the meeting room left one by one, and soon only a few people from UAAG remained in the empty and spacious room.
Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue irritably: "If it can't be repaired, then continue to fish, there are still two black boxes left."
Old Joseph: "Reid, you are wrong. Why didn't you say that there is a whole wreckage of the plane left under the sea. It is not easy to find two black boxes. Compared with the whole plane, they It was so small that it was knocked out of the way, and probably not in the wreckage at all."
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, then keep looking." He turned his head and continued to look at Su Fei: "As much as possible, continue to practice."
Su Fei: "..."
"Is riding a horse still a life of a human!!!"
The voices of his companions gradually blurred in his ears, Fu Cheng closed his eyes, as if he had returned to half an hour ago.
The familiar voice came from the rustling stereo.
Many years ago, when he first entered the Air Force training camp, it was this voice that explained various flying knowledge to him.
Many years ago, this same voice cried bitterly in the hospital, telling these students that he was going to retire, he was going to make money, and he was going to support the family.
Is it the teacher's fault
NTSB Deputy Director Levi Andrew still has reservations.
Even Zhuo Huan, old Joseph... They didn't say anything, it must not be the pilot's fault.
But suddenly, a firm belief emerged from the bottom of my heart.
In the past five years, he has doubted the teacher he trusted time and time again, and he has repeatedly complained about his vacillations, but at this moment, Fucheng suddenly felt...
"It has nothing to do with him."
"Which him?"
Fu Cheng raised his head, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards him step by step.
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Fucheng didn't answer, but said: "Do you think it's a design problem?"
Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment: "Did I say that?"
Fu Cheng: "No."
After a long time, Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at Su Fei who was pouring bitter water, old Joseph who comforted him, and Lina who kept holding back his laughter. He said softly, "Didn't I tell you a year ago?"
"What did you say?"
"From the beginning to the end, I always felt that the problem was with the aircraft itself. Whether it was a damaged part or a design defect."
"why?"
Zhuo Huan pointed to his head with his finger, and said casually: "The intuition of the aircraft designer."
Everyone left, and only five people from UAAG remained in the meeting room.
The five walked towards the door of the conference room together, Zhuo Huan turned around and said, "I worked overtime today to extract the cockpit recording more clearly. Have you ever heard that recording yourself? What are those things? Harvard graduates come up with this Semi-finished product?"
Su Fei stared straight: "Damn, do you know how badly the black box was damaged, and how much effort I spent to make it like this?"
Zhuohuan: "Oh, I don't know."
Su Fei: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "But you have to work overtime, if you don't work overtime, your wages will be deducted."
Su Fei was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he stared at Zhuo Huan's back, and finally couldn't hold back: "It's my birthday today, RIP, are you still human!"
Zhuo Huan, Fu Cheng, Lina, and Old Joseph stopped together.
They look back.
Lina chuckled and said, "It's not the first day you know Reid's temper, isn't he just like that."
Su Fei: "...But today is my birthday." His voice became smaller and smaller: "You all have gifts and cakes for your birthday, and I have to work overtime. If I don't work overtime, my salary will be deducted."
Suddenly, with a "click", the meeting room suddenly fell into darkness.
Su Fei opened his eyes wide in astonishment, but the closed door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside. Lovins, who had just left, came back at some point, holding a cake with two number candles on it. One is "1" and one is "8". Lovins came over with the cake, and he handed the cake to Lina: "I don't know why you asked me to help you, and you thought I would definitely agree. Dear Lina, I'm really busy, I was so busy that I didn't sleep well for a few days."
Lina smiled and said, "Thank you, Lovins."
Lovins spread his hands, and before leaving, he waved to the punk boy: "Happy birthday, little boy who has just grown up."
Lina put the cake on the conference table. She took out a small gift box from the cabinet under the conference table and handed it to Su Fei.
"Happy birthday, Fly."
Su Fei opened it and saw that it was a Rolex watch.
Then came Old Joseph, who was wearing a thick down jacket. No one would have thought that his gift was actually placed in the large pocket of the down jacket: "Happy birthday, Fly, congratulations on finally being able to drink."
A bit bitter in his heart, but feeling sour and sweet at the same time, the punk boy pursed his mouth and pretended to be calm to accept Old Joseph's gift: "Why, why are you giving me birthday presents and doing so many tricks, and deliberately making me work overtime? , In the end, you don’t want to give me a gift. What did you give me, old Joseph, the box is quite big... Fuck! The latest game console!”
Old Joseph laughed and said, "How is it? Are you satisfied? This is precious, it's out of print, and it cost me half a month's salary!"
Su Fei was overjoyed, but he snorted reservedly, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "RIP, where is your gift? You asked me to work overtime just now, and my acting skills are good. Where are the gifts from capitalists? I don't want cheap ones!"
Zhuo Huan sneered, and didn't bother to talk to him: "It's true to work overtime, do you think I'm acting?"
Su Fei: "..."
"No such! What about your gift!"
Fucheng: "Mr. Zhuo and I bought the gift together."
Su Fei was taken aback: "Ah, Brother Fu, are you together? Where are you?"
Fucheng took out his mobile phone: "It's not easy to take it here, it's in your office."
Su Fei looked at Fucheng's mobile phone screen: "What is it..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
The punk boy's eyes widened and his mouth slowly opened. His eyes became hotter and hotter, and in the end he was almost obsessed with staring at the assembly computer on the screen of Fucheng's mobile phone, and he couldn't wait to raise his head and ask Fucheng: "What CPU?!"
Uncle Zhuo said casually, "7742."
Su Fei swiped and turned to look at him: "Motherboard?"
Zhuo Huan: "Dual EPYC."
Su Fei: "Where's the graphics card? Is it RTX?!"
Zhuohuan: "Yes."
Su Fei: "Damn!!! Memory, speakers, solid state..."
Zhuo Huan said impatiently, "You won't see it yourself?"
Su Fei will rush to the office in the next second.
Zhuo Huan: "Work overtime tonight."
Su Fei: "Ga Jia Jia! Use this computer to work overtime, I am willing to work overtime for the rest of my life!!!"
Looking at the back of the punk boy, everyone couldn't help laughing. Even Zhuohuan curled his lips.
Everyone walked towards the office together, and by the way, they also brought the cake that Su Fei had abandoned and fell out of favor with.
Old Joseph and Lina walked in front, talking and laughing constantly.
Fu Cheng and Zhuo Huan walked behind.
"Fucheng."
"Um?"
"Kiss me."
"… Um?"
"Um?"
Fucheng thought for a while: "Why so... suddenly. What happened?"
Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh, it's nothing, I just want you to kiss me, okay?"
The next moment, it was the young man who raised his head slightly and greeted him with a warm and soft kiss.
There is always something that softens the corners of the cold eyes.
Life is inherently romantic and gentle.