In the early hours of June 13, 2016, Hawaii time, when Rogge 318 flew over the North Pacific Ocean, the weather radar detected a frontal wave climate 30 nautical miles away. Turn" option.
A seemingly normal behavior is not a big mistake, as long as the pilot notices that the plane is turning and cooperates with the autopilot system to make the correct operation, he can continue to drive normally. However, due to the dark sky and the endless dark night on the ocean in the middle of the night, as well as the sudden abdominal pain of a pilot, the two pilots on duty at that time failed to detect the change of the aircraft's autopilot system at the first time, and missed the best time. .
Even so, the plane was far from crashing.
According to the first black box recording found, the three pilots on the Rogge 318 had 30 seconds to shut down the autopilot system and take over control of the aircraft.
But they didn't turn off the autopilot system.
The cockpit recording was corrupted and the voice recording was blank for those 30 seconds. So everything that follows is left to the machine.
Su Fei put his hands in his pockets and walked into the car arranged by Mai Fei. He said to Johnny, the public relations director of Mai Fei, "From the outside, the black box is not seriously damaged. As long as the data inside is read, You can know what the pilot was doing in those 30 seconds. Hey, you think it shouldn’t be so unlucky, but the data in those 30 seconds is damaged again? It shouldn’t be.”
Johnny smiled and said, "I believe that God is also on our side. By the way, Mr. Su, I heard that there have been some speculations about the accident at the investigation headquarters."
Su Fei froze for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "You heard about it from Lovins?"
Johnny laughed silently.
Su Fei said helplessly: "Then you don't say that in front of RIP. Oh RIP, that's Reid, I always call him RIP. RIP is very serious and treats this kind of thing very seriously. As long as he doesn't produce key evidence, he will absolutely I will not draw conclusions, nor allow others to draw conclusions. But I think what we can rule out now is the design problem of the aircraft, and then there are pilot control errors and parts problems. I also heard that the NTSB has long guessed, and they I think it's most likely a parts problem."
Johnny said with emotion: "It stands to reason that the new aircraft will not be like this. The Rogge 318 has only been delivered for three months."
Su Fei chuckled and winked: "Your new plane, have you checked it out before leaving the factory, are there any problems?"
Johnny's face suddenly darkened, and he said seriously: "Mr. Su, please don't doubt this. Maifei's aircraft is definitely completed in accordance with the FAA safety protocol, and there is no quality problem."
Su Fei muttered, "I'll just talk about it."
In fact, Su Fei was just talking casually. In fact, even though the NTSB investigators speculated that the cause of the accident might be a part problem, they never thought that it was the quality problem of Mai Fei's plane. Because it turns out that none of the aircraft produced in the same batch as the Rogge 318 had any problems.
In addition, it is Log Air, which had an air crash six years ago due to improper maintenance. The plane that crashed at that time was a Boeing 747.
The quality of Maifei's aircraft has always been the best among its peers. Because they were born in military aircraft, they have extremely strict control over the quality of the aircraft. In the production specifications of some parts, they even directly adopted the standards of military aircraft.
NTSB investigators got into the car and carefully placed the box containing the black box on the car seat. Su Fei glanced back, and suddenly a strange idea appeared in his mind. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fucheng.
[Su Fei: Brother Fu, I feel that the truth may be hidden in this black box.]
After a few seconds, Fucheng replied.
[Fucheng: Have you arrived in Los Angeles?]
The punk boy became interested, so he simply held the phone in both hands, typed, and chatted with Fucheng.
After a night of rest in Los Angeles, Su Fei rushed to Mai Fei's laboratory in the early morning of the next day to read the data of the black box with Mai Fei's research institute.
As Su Fei estimated, God was really on their side.
The damage to the most important black box was not serious, and most of the data was preserved intact.
On the third day after arriving in Los Angeles, everyone read 50% of the data. By the sixth day, only the last bit of data information had not been read out. But everyone dare not relax, no one knows which data is the most critical, perhaps this last 1%, can solve the mystery of Rogge 318's falling into the sea.
From one o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock the next morning, Su Fei sat in front of the computer and entered the last line of code.
Press the "enter" key with a snap of your finger to read the aircraft thrust target value data.
The punk boy stared at the computer screen without blinking. When the data was read, he slapped the table: "Damn, it's done!"
Following his movement, the swivel seat slid backwards while making a 180° turn. Su Fei stayed up all night, but his spirit was extremely excited, and his brain was extremely clear. He stretched his waist, and before his arms were fully extended, he opened his eyes wide, looking at the four people standing behind him in surprise. Rubbing his eyes, Su Fei said, "...what the hell? When did you guys come here?"
Old Joseph said with a smile: "It didn't take long, that's when you scolded 'how could my code be wrong'."
Su Fei: "..."
Snorting, Su Fei asked, "Why are you here? I already booked a flight back to Seattle for the afternoon."
Fucheng: "Have you finished reading the data?"
Su Fei patted the table: "Of course."
Zhuo Huan said indifferently: "All of them?"
Su Fei: "Must, 100%!"
Zhuohuan: "Huh? No loss?"
Su Fei: "... just a little bit, the data of the landing gear may be missing a little bit. But the Rogge 318 can't just crash because of a problem with the landing gear."
Zhuohuan: "Open it and have a look."
The voice fell to the ground, and there was silence in the laboratory.
Su Fei's face darkened, he was silent, nodded slightly, and turned to look at the computer.
Not only him, but in the laboratory, the McFly experimenters who stayed up all night, the NTSB investigators, and the UAAG four who came from Seattle all silently raised their heads and looked at the projection screen.
There was a crisp door opening sound, and the automatic sensor door of the laboratory opened.
Fu Cheng looked back, and saw an old man with gray hair and solemn face striding in with a serious face.
That is the current chief designer of McFly, Tor Reina.
He entered the laboratory without saying a word, just stood behind the crowd and looked up at the huge projection screen.
Su Fei: "Then I will release all the data?"
Zhuohuan: "Yes."
With a click of the mouse, dense data instantly appeared on the big screen, catching everyone's attention.
Of the dozens of people present, not everyone could process so much information at once. Even Old Joseph, who has rich investigation experience, and Fucheng, who is proficient in all models in active service, can't do it.
But Fucheng knew that there were two people in this room who could do it.
One is Zhuo Huan.
One is Thor Reiner.
From hundreds of data, find the most critical and important one at a glance. Then grab it and find out the truth.
Zhuo Huan's voice was calm: "Exclude the pilot's control error."
After he finished speaking, everyone found the key data curve he said.
— In the last four minutes of the plane's crash, the three pilots had been working hard to try to disable the autopilot system.
Data doesn't lie.
In the 30 seconds that they could control it, they tried four times. Shutting down again and again, restarting and shutting down again and again, however, the plane did not follow their instructions. The plane was still spinning to the right, and finally, it was heading for an uncontrollable abyss.
***
Zhuo Huan's phone rang, and he quickly said to Su Fei, "Separate all the data in those 30 seconds", then strode out of the laboratory and connected the phone.
Fu Cheng stood in the center of the laboratory, he stared fixedly at the data curve recording the autopilot system, for a long time, he closed his eyes, turned and left.
Maifei Laboratory is no stranger to Fucheng.
Six months ago, he and Zhuo Huan stayed here for two months. They were entrusted by Mai Fei to help improve the landing gear of Mai Fei's F475.
Standing on the balcony outside the laboratory, Fucheng looked at the undulating mountain range in the distance, took a light breath of the cigarette, and suddenly felt extremely calm.
"It's the first time I've seen you smoking, Vol."
A smiling female voice sounded from behind, and Fu Cheng turned his head to look.
After stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette and throwing it into the trash can beside him, Fucheng asked, "Why did you come out, Lina?"
Lina smiled and said, "Su Fei and Old Joseph are busy with data separation, and I can't seem to help, so I just come out to get some air? You also come out to get some air?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Lina walked over with a soft tone, and she seemed to be in a good mood: "I was a little surprised when I heard Reid say you smoked a long time ago, but I'm even more surprised why Reid said this on purpose. Although you don't look like you Smoker, I mean, you're like one of those overachievers who've been good since you were a kid, but you're an adult, smoking is fine, why is Reid so impressed by that?"
Fucheng looked at her: "What do you think?"
Lina smiled and didn't answer this question, but said: "The problem of the pilot is ruled out, so the only problem left is the parts."
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Lina: "I'm very confident in Mai Fei's quality control. I think, after today, Reid should be able to sleep well." She turned to look at Fucheng: "You should know that Reid has serious problems. mental breakdown."
Fu Cheng recalled for a moment: "I know. The situation has gotten better in recent months, but sometimes, he still wakes up in the middle of the night."
Lina: "Reid didn't have this problem before."
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng: "Because of Rogge 318."
Lina smiled: "Yes, because of Rogge 318."
The two looked at each other and smiled, looking at the mountains in the distance together.
Fucheng had known for a long time that Zhuo Huan was mentally weak, he knew it before they were together.
It was difficult for this man to fall asleep, he was extremely sensitive, and even the slightest sound or movement could wake him up. He is like a fragile glass handicraft, exquisite and gorgeous, but fragile. Dreamland is not a peaceful home, but a boundless nightmare.
Later, after the two got together, Zhuo Huan's mental weakness improved a bit, but he still wasn't completely healed.
Fucheng has never asked before, but maybe he doesn't need to ask at all, he just knows.
It's because of ROG 318.
Just like what Zhuo Huan said, from the beginning to the end, he always felt that the real cause of the crash was the plane, which had nothing to do with the pilot.
That was the instinct of his aircraft designer.
He was afraid that there was something wrong with the plane he designed. Every day, every night, every minute and every second, as long as there are McFly F485 flying in the sky, he can't sleep at night.
Those are not planes, they are time bombs. Installed on his heart, he silently counted the countdown, but covered the numbers with a cloth, so that the sound of ticking numbers could be heard, but the numbers under the cover could not be seen.
Maybe it's infinite, maybe it's just a second.
But now, he finally got relief.
Fu Cheng: "Qi Zhifeng, the captain of the Roger 318, is my teacher."
Lina froze for a moment, then turned to look at him. After a while, "Well, I found out by accident before." Lina smiled helplessly: "V, I don't like to inquire about friends' privacy casually, but unfortunately, NTSB is not like this. Last month Lovins was very surprised Tell me, it turns out that you and Captain Qi still have such a relationship. So I remembered one thing... "
"Volt, sorry, I apologize to you for what I said a year ago."
A year ago, not long after Fu Cheng came to UAAG, he mentioned Rogge 318 for the first time in Lina's villa in front of Zhuo Huan.
At that time, Lina casually made a guess about the fruitless air crash, thinking that the pilot committed suicide.
This was the general view of public opinion at the time.
Fucheng looked at her: "It's okay."
Lina: "Volt?"
Under the rising sun, the young man slowly smiled at her.
"Not only you, but I should also apologize to him."