Su Fei said angrily: "RIP is not human!"
Old Joseph looked up and looked around, and after confirming that Uncle Zhuo was not there, he nodded repeatedly: "You are right."
Lina walked into the office with a thick stack of documents. After hearing this, she smiled slightly and put the heavy folder on the desks of Su Fei and Old Joseph: "2018 All Nippon Airways and Lufthansa All Mai Fei F485's flight log data, all here. So, continue to work, my partners."
Su Fei and Old Joseph: "..."
"Is this still how people live!!!"
Su Fei and Old Joseph never imagined that the day before they felt that they were too leisurely and had nothing to do every day. Old Joseph even thought about whether to join the NTSB investigation team to help them analyze and process the relevant data analysis of the automatic driving system. Unexpectedly, one day later, after only one short day, they would be reduced to such a situation!
Old Joseph: "The only thing I'm glad is that this time it's not just our UAAG people who are unlucky, NTSB also has 60 investigators to share the pain with us. Shakespeare once said that if the pain belongs to one person, it is endless hell ; if it is shared by all, it is life.”
Lina was surprised: "I finished reading the complete works of Shakespeare when I was eight years old. Did he say such a thing?"
Old Joseph smiled slightly: "Old Joseph Shakespeare said it."
Lina laughed.
At this time, Fu Cheng walked in.
Su Fei: "It's not fair! RIP is abusing private power and favoring the public for personal gain! We are all looking for information, brother Fu, you are actually lazy!"
Fu Cheng pulled out his chair and sat down, he raised his head: "I just went out to answer a phone call."
Lina raised her hand: "Let me prove that I have given the flight records of Delta Airlines to V this morning. This is his task, and he is not lazy."
Su Fei: "Hey, is it Mai Fei's call?"
Fu Cheng paused, shook his head and said, "No, it was a call from an old chief when I was in the army."
Su Fei nodded slightly, without thinking too much.
Lina and old Joseph looked at each other.
Before he could speak, he heard a loud noise coming from the door of the investigation headquarters. Everyone at UAAG looked up and saw that outside the exclusive office of UAAG, several NTSB investigators changed their expressions, got up quickly, and strode towards the door. Lovins was among them.
Not long after, Levi Andrew, deputy director of the NTSB with blond hair and serious face, came to the office like the stars. He stood under the bright incandescent lamp, looked around, and finally walked to the NTSB's office step by step.
Levi Andrew: "Joseph, isn't Patrick here?"
Facing his former boss, Old Joseph stood up and replied, "Reid went out this morning and hasn't come back yet."
Deputy Director Andrew nodded lightly: "If he comes back, please tell me that I'm waiting for him."
Old Joseph: "Yes."
Wearing a straight black suit, Levi Andrew looked calm, and he scanned every UAAG member in the office. After reading them all, he turned and left. With the same fanfare as when he came, a group of NTSB investigators followed him out. It was five minutes before Lovins came back.
Lovins looked embarrassed: "When Patrick held a meeting to assign tasks yesterday, Deputy Director Andrew returned to the Washington headquarters and was not there. After hearing about Patrick's investigation decision, he disapproved very much, so he booked the nearest plane ticket to Seattle."
When they saw Andrew, everyone in UAAG had already guessed that this might be the reason.
Su Fei pouted: "I also don't agree with RIP's decision to exploit child labor!"
Old Joseph smiled and reminded: "You are no longer a child laborer."
Fucheng: "So, what does NTSB want to do?"
Lovins turned to look at him, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I can only say that Deputy Director Andrew strongly disagrees with Patrick's decision. The NTSB high-level meeting agreed that this is a waste of investigation resources and burying the truth."
…
Half an hour later, Zhuo Huan came back from outside. He looked gloomy, with a trace of undisguised sarcasm on his face. After he entered the investigation headquarters, it wasn't long before Levi Andrew walked in. He summoned Lovins and whispered a few words to him, Lovins showed a surprised look, he looked at Zhuo Huan, then nodded and said: "Okay."
No one knew what Zhuo Huan and Levi Andrew said, but soon, NTSB took away 30 investigators to continue the previous investigation direction, leaving only 30 people to follow the UAAG investigation direction.
Old Joseph frowned and said: "UAAG has the overall command of the investigation headquarters, and has the right to decide the direction and method of the investigation."
Lina: "Reid, do you need me to negotiate?"
Zhuo Huan stared at the computer screen, quickly flipping through the electronic version of flight maintenance information: "No need."
Everyone was quite surprised that Uncle Zhuo had such a good temper.
Fu Cheng: "Zhuo Huan?"
Zhuo Huan finally lifted his eyes from the computer screen, looked at Fu Cheng's slightly frowning brows, and sneered for a long time: "Levi Andrew begged me once, just let him go." Before everyone understood what he said He said again: "Don't waste time, keep looking for clues, there are a bunch of idiots in the NTSB, their water-filled brains will only tell them that 1+1 is equal to 2, and they will never let them think about why 1+1 Equal to 2." After finishing speaking, he continued to look up the information.
Fu Cheng looked at him and took out his cell phone.
[Fucheng: Not angry?]
After a while.
[Zhuo Huan: Yes.]
[Zhuo Huan: There is something wrong with my brain.]
[Zhuo Huan: I said Levi Andrew.]
It is unknown whether the strongest candidate for the next director of the NTSB, the top air accident investigator in the United States, has any brain problems.
Half a month later, on May 14, 2022.
The bright sunshine in early summer pierces through the clouds and shines on the boundless ocean, sparkling with sparkling light. Today is a fine weather, the sun is shining brightly, the sea and the blue sky are set against each other, and the sky is blurred into one.
Alaska, Aleutian Islands.
There are only a few thousand residents living on the island, but today, thousands of people have come to this island known as "Tears of the North Pacific".
CNN, ABC, BBC…
The world's major news media swarmed out. The reporters were not afraid of the vast sea. Some stood on the shore, and some had already arrived at the safe suspension base closest to the salvage site by speedboat. They held cameras and used the latest electronic satellite technology to broadcast live to the world the whole process of the plane being salvaged from the water.
Five men from UAAG stand on the tower of the salvage base.
Fucheng looked down, and saw thousands of salvagemen taking their positions, and a huge dark black water tank had already been put under the water a day in advance. Through the sonar screen, everyone can see that the 85-meter-long super water tank passes through the thick layer of sand and slowly wraps the entire Rogge 318 in it.
With Lawrence at his command, salvage crews employ gripping devices, locks and strands.
This is a boundless and lengthy process.
Under the ocean more than 30 meters away, they have begun to salvage the plane. But their movements are extremely slow, and they must be careful not to damage the wreckage of the aircraft in the water tank. An hour later, only ten meters away was salvaged.
However, more than five million netizens around the world are watching this live broadcast on their computers.
They are all over the United States, Europe, China, Canada, Japan...
From morning to evening, even if it is only a little bit short, we must not relax.
The sun was low and the twilight was dark. The sun shines on half of the sky, and on the turbulent sea, dozens of steel strands are dragging a heavy water tank, slowly floating up.
It is like a huge blue whale, under the sea, it faintly reflects a large gray-black shadow.
The number of online viewers on the world's major live news websites has surged rapidly. Six million, seven million, ten million!
More than 20 million people watched it together.
Fucheng stood on the tower, watching quietly. Watching one of its horns first emerge from the water, the moment the water broke, the huge sea surface tension was destroyed, and the whole water tank floated gently with the waves and currents. Soon, it stabilized.
The gorgeous and gentle sunset reflects the dark water tank, which is dehydrated little by little.
Amid the grand cheers, Rogge 318 woke up from its deep sleep.
When it completely left the water, Fucheng sighed softly, he closed his eyes, and stopped the damp heat in his eye sockets.
***
Rogge 318 has been salvaged!
This news spread all over the world in just three minutes, becoming the hot topic on all social platforms.
But it is one thing for the plane to get out of the water. It will take a few days before the wreckage can be officially investigated. The salvage company had to dismantle the water tank and perform emergency anti-oxidation treatment on the plane that had been dormant for five years on the seabed. In addition, it will be sent to the investigation headquarters in Seattle by cruise ship.
When leaving the salvage base, Zhuo Huan said to Lawrence: "One more black box is missing."
Lawrence restrained the smile of joy that he couldn't hide after salvaging Rogge 318, and nodded seriously: "I will continue to look for it."
The UAAG team returned to Seattle and continued to search for information.
Rogge 318 was salvaged, NTSB immediately held a press conference, and Lina participated on behalf of UAAG.
Three days later, after the plane was sent to the warehouse prepared by the investigation headquarters, everyone from UAAG also came to the scene.
The plane has been salvaged for three days, looking at it now, Fucheng is no longer so excited.
In fact, it doesn't look like the McFly F485 at all.
After sinking to the bottom of the sea, after five years of seawater corrosion and the impact of ocean currents, plus the impact and crash into the sea, the plane is already riddled with holes. The surface of the silver-white aircraft was corroded into a decayed gray-green, and many parts were dying to be implicated in the fuselage, and they could be pulled off with a little force.
Fucheng looked at Lovins: "Shall we start dismantling parts tomorrow?"
Lovins smiled and said: "It will start tonight. We have tried our best to find out all the parts that may affect the shutdown of the aircraft's autopilot system. We only need to find them one by one on the wreckage in accordance with the order of the list we found in advance. Just get it out and check it out.”
The old Joseph on the side heard this: "Then I wish you good luck."
Lovins: "What, my old friend, isn't UAAG coming?"
Old Joseph smiled wryly: "I really want to go too, but alas, we have only read less than half of the information!"
Lovins: "That's a pity. Don't worry, as long as our investigation results are obtained, yours will also be liberated! In the face of facts, Patrick can't continue to insist on his own opinion."
Old Joseph glanced at him, but said, "I believe in Reid."
"Um?"
"I believe there must be a reason for his judgment."
Lovins spread his hands helplessly: "Then I will wish you good luck."
***
Rogge 318 was salvaged, and the investigation team's movements immediately became the focus of global attention.
Under the leadership of Levi Andrew, NTSB began to detect problems such as damage to aircraft parts and metal fatigue. They transferred more than 200 investigators from the Washington headquarters, spent a whole week, and finally came to a conclusion.
At the weekly routine meeting, Levi Andrew said with a sullen face: "According to the prior investigation, there are a total of 780 components including the angle of attack sensor, steering gear, precision potentiometer, etc., which may cause the automatic driving of the McFly F485. The system cannot be shut down properly. So far, we have found a total of 613 parts on the wreckage. Unfortunately, there are still 167 parts that have not been found. Maybe they were knocked out of the fuselage during the crash, or maybe they were in the wreckage In the process of drifting with the ocean current, scattered and disappeared."
Speaking of this, Levi Andrew glanced at Zhuo Huan, and after confirming that the latter was looking down at the ground with no special expression, he continued: "At this point, we can start writing the accident investigation report." He asked Lovins wink.
Lovins immediately stood up: "According to previous investigations, we ruled out various external factors such as weather and ocean currents as the main reason, and also ruled out subjective factors such as pilot suicide. After that, only the aircraft's hardware problem."
"Rogge Aviation, established in 1978, had four air crashes caused by maintenance errors, killing a total of 71 people. The 613 parts found from the wreckage of the plane were tested and confirmed that there was no damage such as metal fatigue. The remaining 167 components are highly likely to experience unpredictable maintenance failures."
"Based on this, it is suggested that the accident investigation report should focus on component maintenance failures as the main cause."
"other factors-"
"First, the weather problem. Due to the special frontal wave weather, the automatic cruise system of the Rogge 318 yaws to the right."
"Secondly, human reasons. The co-pilot's sudden physical condition, coupled with the fact that the captain was taking a shift break, caused the pilots to fail to discover the aircraft failure at the best time and save the aircraft."
"Third, the reason for the design. When the McFly F485 was designed, it gave the computer system great autonomy and intelligence. Consider whether to suggest that if the aircraft cruise system wants to perform steering and other operations, it needs the pilot's permission."
"Fourth, there are only three pilots on the route of Roger Aviation's ultra-long-distance aircraft. Consider..."
…
Lovins methodically summarized the progress of all current investigations. He summed up every reason in detail, without any omissions.
After everything was over, he looked at his chief.
Levi Andrew looked at Zhuo Huan: "Patrick, what do you think?"
In an instant, hundreds of investigators in the meeting room turned their heads to look at Zhuo Huan.
The man withdrew his gaze from the ground, he looked at Levi Andrew fixedly, and Levi Andrew also looked at him calmly.
The two strong and firm men seemed to be engaged in a silent fight. Wherever their eyes met, there was a ferocious battlefield.
Zhuo Huan stood up: "The investigation is not yet complete."
Levi Andrew: "It's over."
Zhuo Huan said indifferently: "Did you find any broken parts?"
Levi Andrew: "So you found the flight data you wanted?"
The two stared at each other in silence.
Zhuohuan clicked his tongue: "I refuse to sign your investigation report, don't even think about it."
Levi Andrew: "This is not three years ago. Reid Irvin Patrick, you are not the chief designer of McFly."
"Oh, so you want to start writing the final investigative report?"
"Yes, do you have any questions?"
Zhuo Huan pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand, made a middle finger gesture, and said with a nasty smile: "Go dreaming!"
There was an uproar in the meeting room.
However, under everyone's glaring gaze, Zhuo Huan turned and walked towards the gate unceremoniously. He pushed the door open and left without giving anyone in the conference room a look. When he returned to the UAAG office, the four people in Fucheng who stayed here to continue checking the information and did not attend the meeting looked up at him.
Fu Cheng heard the noise coming from the meeting room, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What happened?"
Zhuohuan: "You guess."
Fu Cheng was silent, and said affirmatively: "You have offended someone."
Zhuo Huan smiled, he crossed his legs and sat down on Fu Cheng's table, directly reached out to lift his chin, bowed his head and kissed it.
Fu Cheng opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't expect this man to kiss him in front of Old Joseph, Su Fei and Lina!
The three of Su Fei were also dumbfounded.
Let go of the hand holding Fu Cheng's chin, Zhuo Huan showed a flamboyant and arrogant smile: "Levi Andrew can control what the hell I am going to do? I will never sign that investigation report, he wants to Write it and let him write it, and let me get out after writing it."
When Levi Andrew came out of the conference room, he heard Zhuo Huan's words. His face suddenly sank: "Patrick, don't be too arrogant, please pay attention to your words!"
Zhuo Huan looked back at him: "What contract did you sign on behalf of NTSB half a year ago, your fucking brain was eaten by a hamster?"
Levi Andrew looked at him coldly: "Patrick!"
Zhuo Huan smiled lightly and said: "Go and find a way, Levi Andrew. I will never sign your investigation report until I find out the truth."
The sharp and cold eyes like a knife stared at Zhuo Huan fiercely, but the man remained unmoved. He sat on the table and only returned a contemptuous smile.
Levi Andrew left Seattle that same day and returned to Washington.
He wants to hold a meeting with the NTSB headquarters, and even use the power of the FAA and FBI to solve this problem.
Lina was very helpless about this, but she didn't try to persuade her friend, because she knew that once Zhuo Huan made a decision, it would not change. Likewise, what he said was never taken back.
Old Joseph also said in private: "I really admire Patrick, this is probably the confidence of a genius."
Su Fei: "I'm also a genius, I'm not so rigid."
Old Joseph: "Well, you have to tell me the truth. This is the confidence of a genius and the confidence of a big capitalist. Alas, the Patrick family is too rich!"
The two looked at each other.
"Evil capitalists!"
Everyone felt that Zhuo Huan was arrogant, humiliating Levi Andrew in front of everyone, and uttered cruel words that he would never sign the investigation report. But no one knew that he didn't go back to the hotel to rest that night.
Standing on the roof of the investigation headquarters, Zhuo Huan blew the wind all night. He smoked the cigarettes one after another blankly and threw them into the ashtray. In the end, there were still cigarette butts all over the floor.
Fu Cheng stood at the stairs, looking at him quietly.
When Zhuo Huan went to light the 23rd cigarette, Fu Cheng walked up and hugged the man behind him.
Zhuo Huan stopped moving.
In the night wind, the man's voice was hoarse and deep, as if he sighed in another life: "When will you return to the army?"
Fu Cheng looked up at him: "After the investigation of Rogge 318 is over."
Zhuo Huan raised the corners of his lips: "Oh, that's coming soon."
"Is it coming soon?"
"almost."
"Leader Nie told me last month that I was not included in the UAAG member list at the beginning. You transferred me to let me take a test flight. I was not officially included in the UAAG member list until after Japan Airlines 917. "
Zhuo Huan turned around, he leaned on the railing of the roof, hugged Fu Cheng's thin waist with his hands, and gently rubbed his fingers through the thin fabric. He smiled and made a nasal sound casually: "Huh? What are you going to say."
Fu Cheng: "You didn't intend to let me enter UAAG at first."
Zhuohuan: "You are the pilot."
"so?"
"An excellent, young, talented pilot. Don't you think it's a waste to join the air accident investigation team in his twenties?"
"Then why did you officially go in later?"
Zhuohuan hooked his chin: "Because you look good."
Fu Cheng: "...huh?"
Under the deep night, a deep smile flowed in the man's clear and shallow eyes: "You, you are good-looking. I like it, can't you?"
Fu Cheng raised his head and looked into his eyes seriously. After a while, he asked with a light smile, "Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
Fu Cheng: "Or, you said, because I'm good-looking, you keep me in UAAG?"
Zhuo Huan laughed suddenly, leaned close to Fu Cheng's ear, hoarsely said: "Because... you, owe, fuck."
Fucheng didn't intend to talk to this man, he was completely unmoved.
Zhuo Huan smiled for a while, feeling bored: "Give me some feedback."
Fu Cheng asked lazily: "What's the reaction?"
Zhuohuan thought for a while: "Kiss me?"
Fucheng: "The words you gave to Levi Andrew are returned to you."
"Um?"
"—Dream!"
The answer to Fucheng was a hot and familiar kiss. He closed his eyes, embraced the person in front of him, and opened his lips to passionately kiss back.
After the kiss, Zhuo Huan rubbed his waist: "I really want to fuck you here."
This time Fu Cheng really left him and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Zhuo Huan with a smile.
In the cool night wind, the two kissed for a long time, Zhuo Huan buried his face in the young man's shoulder, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt extremely peaceful.
Zhuo Huan said sullenly: "It has a problem."
Fu Cheng: "Who?"
"McFly F485."
"what is the problem."
"I don't know." After a pause, "But there is something wrong with it."
a long time.
"...can you find it?"
Fucheng hugged him slowly, his voice was calm but firm: "Yes."
…
The next day, an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared at the investigation headquarters.
Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng stayed up all night, and they each went to the lounge to catch up on sleep. Fucheng woke up earlier, he had been sleeping less all these years, and when he returned to the investigation headquarters, he saw that person.
He was silent for a moment, and walked over: "Mr. Renner."
Thor Reiner looked up at him and clicked his tongue: "Where are the Reid people?"
Fu Cheng: "Zhuo Huan is still resting."
Reina: "Let him come out to see me."
Fu Cheng's expression did not change: "He is resting."
Reina was taken aback: "I said let him come out to see me."
Fu Cheng: "I said, he is resting."
Tor Reina looked at Fucheng indifferently, and said with a sneer, "Tell Reid Irvin Patrick to get out and see me."
"Find me?"
Mr. Rainer turned around.
Fu Cheng frowned and said, "Zhuo Huan."
Zhuo Huan walked over while rubbing his messy hair. He whispered to Fu Cheng: "It's okay." Then he turned to look at his teacher. After staring at him for a long time, his voice was cold: "What's the matter?"
Thor Reiner looked at his students solemnly. He has lived for so many years and is over seventy years old. This is the first student he has accepted, the last one, and the only one.
Genius is always arrogant.
Zhuo Huan's arrogance was not learned from him, but he knew that he was definitely more arrogant than Zhuo Huan.
He looked at Zhuo Huan with disappointment, pain, and anger in his eyes.
The hand holding the crutch was slowly raised, and fell heavily to the ground. With a bang, there was a harsh impact sound.
"You insist on proving that the McFly F485 has a design problem?"
Zhuohuan looked at him without saying a word.
Seeing his appearance, Tor Reina smiled angrily. At this moment, he wished he could kidnap the man who had stabbed him so badly to McFly's Los Angeles laboratory, pointing to the planes that had been stored in the warehouse, and questioned the reason for his paranoia.
Tor Reina stared at Zhuo Huan intently, and asked him word by word: "I have studied this aircraft for thirteen years in my hands, and I will hand it over to you. You have studied it for six years. Every part, I will accompany you, I will teach you hand in hand, I will tell you how to use them in a better combination, I will put it in my own hands, and hand over the most precious and beautiful work in my life to your hands."
He called out Zhuo Huan's Chinese name, the pronunciation was a bit weird, but he tried his best hoarsely: "Zhuo Huan!"
"Haven't you touched every part of it?"
"Didn't you see with your own eyes how it is assembled into a huge aircraft in the laboratory, from tiny parts through computer simulation?"
"So many facts are before your eyes. In the past five years, except for the Rogge 318, it has not had a single flight accident."
"Once, not once!"
"You have to prove that it was designed wrong."
"Where is it wrong?"
"Yes, it's wrong. It's wrong to have a designer like you!"
"It shouldn't be designed by you!"
"You do not deserve!"
The gray-haired old man roared hoarsely. He stared angrily at his student, but seeing the other's indifferent expression, after a long time, Tor Reina stopped talking.
He took a deep look at Zhuo Huan, turned and left without saying a word to him.
Halfway through Tor Reina's speech, Old Joseph, Su Fei, Lina, and many investigators from the NTSB had arrived at the investigation headquarters one after another. They stood at the door of the investigation headquarters, watching the ruthless current chief designer of Mai Fei stride away, each of them wondering whether they should enter the door or disappear as soon as possible.
"Zhuo Huan..." Fu Cheng called his name softly.
Zhuo Huan lowered his head, turned and walked towards the rooftop.
Fu Cheng wanted to follow, but Zhuo Huan held his arm and pushed him back.
"Give me a moment and let me think it through."
"… it is good."
After Zhuo Huan left, Old Joseph and the others walked over with lingering fear.
Su Fei: "It's terrible, what is this, a master-student breakup?"
Old Joseph: "Although I used to think that the relationship between Mr. Rainer and Reid is not very good, nor is it like a normal teacher-student relationship. But is it really broken this time?"
Lina looked solemn: "Uncle Reina has always had a bad temper, but I've never seen him so angry. How about I go up and see Reid."
Fu Cheng said, "Give him some time to think."
Lina turned around: "Volt?"
Fu Cheng looked solemnly: "Give him some time."
Lina: "...OK."
Three hours later, Zhuo Huan came back from the rooftop. His eyes were a little red, and his body was full of a strong smell of smoke. He pressed one hand on the table, and said in a calm voice, "Check all the information, if you don't find any clues, stop here."
Old Joseph: "What about the NTSB? Reid, they want to write an accident investigation report."
Zhuo Huan: "Well, I have told Levi Andrew to write it. If we can't find any clues here, I will sign the investigation report."
Old Joseph: "Uh, good."
Fu Cheng looked into Zhuo Huan's eyes silently, and after a few seconds, he noticed the young man's gaze, Zhuo Huan also turned to look at him.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
Without words, Fu Cheng stood up and walked out with Zhuo Huan side by side.
Behind them, Su Fei craned his neck curiously: "What is this for?"
Old Joseph took a look: "What do children know, they are in love."
Su Fei muttered, "I'm an adult."
…
On the rooftop, Fucheng quietly looked down.
There were a lot more cigarette butts on the ground.
Fu Cheng: "Are you crying?"
Zhuo Huan froze for a moment: "No."
Fu Cheng: "Really?"
Zhuohuan clicked his tongue lightly: "You are so annoying!"
Fu Cheng nodded: "That's crying."
Zhuo Huan laughed angrily: "I said no!"
This time, Fucheng was not sure: "... No? Your eyes are a little red."
Zhuo Huan: "Stay up late. Look in a mirror, your eyes are red too."
Fucheng: "..."
Zhuo Huan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, before lighting it, he asked, "Do you smoke?"
Fu Cheng took the cigarette in his hand very smoothly, took away his cigarette case by the way, stuffed the cigarette back, and put it in his pocket.
Zhuohuan: "..."
Fu Cheng: "How do you get lung cancer, do you know?"
Zhuo Huan smiled: "You also smoke."
Fu Cheng: "But I don't smoke fifty cigarettes a day."
Zhuo Huan: "Not fifty. If you don't believe me, count them." He pointed to the ground.
Fu Cheng: "Oh."
Fu Cheng turned around and left, Zhuo Huan called to him: "Hey, are you leaving just like that?"
Fu Cheng looked back at him: "You didn't cry."
Zhuo Huan: "Who said there is no such thing."
Fu Cheng was slightly stunned: "You yourself..." The voice stopped abruptly.
The man hugged Fu Cheng's waist, pulled him lightly, and pulled him into his arms.
"Zhuohuan..."
"Hush."
Burying his face in the young man's warm shoulders, the man took a deep breath.
"Don't look."
"… Um."
Paused, some wanted to comfort him, but Fucheng had never comforted anyone before, he held back for a long time, and said: "It's nothing, I cried before, in front of you."
Zhuohuan: "..."
"Can you fucking not mention the breakup?"
Fucheng: "..."
"What do you want?"
Zhuohuan: "Shut up."
There was a long silence.
Fu Cheng: "Actually, I really want to see it."
Zhuohuan: "Damn, fuck you."
Fucheng really stopped talking.
Because Zhuo Huan can really do this kind of thing.
Holding the man in his arms, Fucheng looked up at the sky.
... Zhuo Huan is really like a child.
Silly.
childish.
Forget it, who made him like it.
***
Zhuo Huan and Levi Andrew reached an agreement in private, although it was not made public, but everyone guessed it, it may be related to the sudden arrival of Mai Fei's chief designer Tor Reina.
In short, after Tor Reina left, Levi Andrew continued to arrange investigators to write the Rogge 318 air crash investigation report.
This investigation report spans five and a half years, and every detail of the air crash must be recorded. Halfway through writing, it has reached a staggering 1031 pages. At this time, eight days had passed since Tor Reina's visit.
It seems that some kind of compromise has been reached.
Zhuohuan allowed NTSB to write an investigation report, and NTSB also sent more investigators to help UAAG check the relevant information of Maifei F485.
Nearly a hundred people inquired about all the flight data records of F485 in the past five years.
On the ninth day, an NTSB investigator named Edward Ciccone found a piece of data.
This is a young investigator wearing glasses, who is said to be an investigator transferred from the airport ground handling team. In the UAAG office, he was a little nervous, talking about what he found: "On January 13, 2017, Delta Air Lines Flight 192... Well, its model is McFly F485. This plane was in La Guardi, New York. Shortly after take-off at the Asia Airport, a strong high-altitude crosswind was encountered. The plane experienced three minutes of turbulence. When the pilot was stabilizing the plane, he found that the plane had a yaw of 3° to the right. At the same time, the pilot input instructions to the aircraft computer, There was no immediate feedback from the aircraft for the first three seconds. However, after three seconds, everything returned to normal. The maintenance judgment made by the ground staff was that the electrical pulse caused by the turbulence was unstable."
As soon as these words fell to the ground, everyone in UAAG immediately changed their expressions.
Zhuo Huan: "Continue." After a pause, he asked: "Is there any more?"
Zhuo Huan had no hope at all, and just asked casually. Unexpectedly, this Edward Ciccone nodded and said: "Also. On September 16, 2018, Lufthansa Flight 550 encountered a small accident while flying over the Atlantic Ocean. At that time, the cruising altitude was reached, and the pilot turned on the automatic cruise system. The plane automatically turned to the right to avoid the cyclone. This is normal, but a flight attendant on the plane said afterwards that she called the cockpit at the time and wanted to ask Does the turbulence of the plane have any effect, but she did not get through the first call, and the cockpit only received her call the second time. After landing, the ground maintenance team concluded that the temporary communication signal was lost due to bad weather... "
Edward: "Uh, no more. That's all."
Zhuo Huan's face was sullen and he didn't say a word.
Edward Cicone's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know if he thought too much, or did something wrong. Just when he was worried, the next moment, Zhuo Huan suddenly took out his cell phone and made a call. But soon, there was a blind tone on the phone.
Zhuo Huan: "Fuck, block me!" He turned to Fu Cheng and said, "Lend me your phone."
Fu Cheng handed over the phone.
Zhuo Huan quickly made a call, and within a few seconds, the call was connected. From the other end of the sound hole, came a loud and powerful voice: "Hello?"
Zhuo Huan opened his mouth and said: "If a Mai Fei F485 does not get feedback immediately after inputting instructions, what will be the reason?"
Mr. Rainer: "..."
Zhuohuan: "Don't hang up the phone!"
Mr. Rainer: "Get out!"
Zhuo Huan: "If this McFly F485 calls the cockpit from the cabin at the same time, but the communication equipment in the cockpit does not ring. What would be the reason?"
Mr. Rainer: "... what do you mean?"
Zhuo Huan: "There are many reasons, not to mention coincidence, electromagnetic pulse interference is also possible."
There was a long silence during the phone call, Mr. Rainer: "What do you want to say?"
Zhuo Huan may not have spoken for a long time.
Zhuohuan: "What do you think?"
Mr. Rainer: "..."
With a long sigh, he said, "Look at the fly-by-wire control system."
Zhuohuan: "Yes."
After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Huan looked up at his companion. His eyes swept over Old Joseph, Su Fei, and Lina one by one, then glanced at that Edward Sicone, and nodded to him. Finally, he looked at Fucheng.
Zhuo Huan: "The fly-by-wire system, this is also my judgment, and this is the direction of our investigation." He said to Lina: "Go and inform the NTSB."
Fu Cheng suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
Fu Cheng frowned, he quickly turned on the computer and found a document he had just read last week. After checking it carefully, he printed out this document and handed it to Zhuo Huan. Fucheng looked serious: "On January 28, 2019, half a year after you resigned as chief designer of McFly, the FAA issued a new aircraft standard requirement."
Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Of course I know, the main requirement is to add 3 items of black box data, and some minor specification adjustments."
Fucheng: "When I looked at the information before, I found that before this adjustment and revision for the entire industry of American airliners, there were often some inspections of the angle of attack limiter in the maintenance records of Mai Fei F485. But after this time, The angle of attack limiter inspections were suddenly drastically reduced."
Zhuo Huan opened his eyes slightly and began to read the documents. He raised his head suddenly: "Maifei changed the fly-by-wire control system?"
The fly-by-wire control system of an aircraft has many advantages over the old hydraulic control system. One of the most notable points is that it can quickly calculate the maximum use angle of attack according to the aerodynamic characteristics of the high angle of attack of the aircraft, and use the angle of attack limiter to facilitate the pilot to drive the aircraft.
If the angle of attack limiter has changed, it is most likely that the aircraft's fly-by-wire system itself has changed.
Old Joseph was surprised: "I really don't know when Mai Fei updated the fly-by-wire control system, hey, Reid, don't even you know?"
Zhuo Huan was extremely irritable: "My mother has nothing to do with Mai Fei long ago, will they tell me?"
Everyone stopped talking.
Zhuo Huan stood up and walked around a few times, then he took Fu Cheng's cell phone and went out to make a call.
When he came back, his complexion was not good.
Zhuo Huan: "I want to rebuild Mai Fei's fly-by-wire control system five years ago."
***
Lina contacted Levi Andrew as quickly as possible. When the NTBS deputy director heard Zhuo Huan's speculation, he was silent for a long time, and said, "I'll book a plane ticket to Seattle immediately."
The NTSB investigation report has written more than 1,500 pages, but now, everything has stopped.
It is not an easy task to rebuild the fly-by-wire control system of an ultra-long-haul large wide-body airliner.
Mai Fei provided technical support, and the investigation headquarters was moved to Los Angeles, where the design of the new system was carried out in Mai Fei's laboratory.
Zhuo Huan knows the Maifei F485 like the back of his hand, and even nearly half of the innovative design of the fly-by-wire system of this aircraft comes from his handwriting.
Aircraft design is never a one-person job.
Thousands of McFly designers have given various ideas, and these ideas come together to construct a legendary aircraft.
Now, it seems to be back to ten years ago.
Under the leadership of Zhuo Huan, the designers of the two experimental groups reconstructed the old fly-by-wire control system of Maifei F485.
It took them three full months to perfectly reproduce the McFly F485 system three years ago. It will take another week to wait until it is installed on the actual machine. However this time, Zhuo Huan pondered for a long time and stopped this decision.
"There will be no actual flight test experiments."
Fu Cheng was surprised: "Zhuo Huan?"
Zhuo Huan: "It has nothing to do with you. The probability of this failure is too low. From the first flight of Maifei F485 in 2016 to the update of the telex system in early 2019, it happened three times." He thought for a moment and made a decision: "Proceed Laboratory simulation experiments."
The top supercomputer is connected to the McFly laboratory to provide it with calculation and conversion of meteorological data from the cloud. At the same time, dozens of Maifei experimenters are busy day and night, inputting data again and again and waiting for the results.
Then, nothing came of it.
In this way, another month passed.
On September 7, 2022, McFly's laboratory conducted the 1197th experiment, which still ended in failure.
Fucheng and Commander Nie talked on the phone and confirmed that no matter what the investigation results were, he would formally return to the army next year. As soon as he turned around, he saw old Joseph standing by the window, leaning on the window rail, waved to him, and said with a smile, "You're going back to be an air force pilot, volt?"
Fucheng was stunned for a moment: "Yeah. Go back to the air force first, wait for a period of retraining, and then go back to the aircraft carrier."
Old Joseph said with emotion: "It's nice to be young. After this time is over, will Reid also leave UAAG and go to COMAC in China?"
Fucheng didn't hide anything: "Yes."
Old Joseph's eyes were full of envy: "That's great."
"Old Joseph."
"By the way, V, Reid seemed to be looking for you just now."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment: "He is looking for me?"
Old Joseph: "Yes, it's at the McFly E1 warehouse."
Fucheng: "Okay, thank you, I'll go and have a look."
Halfway through, Old Joseph's voice came from behind: "Voltage."
Fucheng turned around.
Old Joseph leaned against the window, smiled and waved his hands: "You are still young, the past has passed, and the future is a wider place."
Looking at Old Joseph seriously, Fu Cheng nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay."
The sunset is on the western mountain, and the moon is in the sky.
Fucheng left the Maifei laboratory building and walked towards the Maifei E1 warehouse in the southwest corner.
When he came to this place for the first time a year ago, Fucheng saw these rows of warehouses. But at that time, he didn't go in, just watched from a distance.
When he came to the door of the warehouse, Fucheng searched around, but couldn't find anyone. He took out his mobile phone to call Zhuo Huan, and a low vibration of the mobile phone rang from the warehouse.
Fucheng was slightly stunned.
Zhuohuan didn't answer the phone.
He looked at the slightly closed door, walked over, and pushed it open.
In the dark and quiet warehouse, there is only faint light from the narrow windows on both sides, which can barely provide people with a little vision.
Fucheng's eyesight is excellent, but he couldn't adapt to such a dimly lit environment all of a sudden. After squinting his eyes for a long time, he gradually saw things clearly.
In this spacious and huge warehouse, there are a lot of dark and eerie behemoths parked.
He knows.
Know every plane.
There are US C18A "Poseidon" transport aircraft and V-81 "Falcon" anti-submarine patrol aircraft.
There is Maifei's most classic F435 airliner, and Maifei F485, which is known as a masterpiece.
Every aircraft designed and produced by Maifei is parked here quietly. Like sleeping and hibernating beasts, the coldness of machinery and the fragrance of fuel are roughly integrated and blended, and the air is filled with the strength and cold-blooded will of steel in the era of industrialization.
Fucheng stood in the middle of the plane, he was as small as a grain of sand.
But the dust dissipated quietly with the wind, but stubbornly raised his head and looked not far away at the man standing under the Maifei F485 passenger plane, looking up.
The moonlight pierced through the window sill and just hit his feet, reflecting bright and clear colors.
The man put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly, and looked at the cold and beautiful plane.
Zhuo Huan turned his head and looked at Fu Cheng.
The four eyes meet.
He holds out his hand.
Fu Cheng stepped up and grabbed his hand.
Zhuo Huan's voice was very quiet, he said softly: "Have you ever driven it?"
Fucheng: "The simulator has been turned on."
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Is there a real phone?"
Fucheng thought for a while: "Does the test flight last year count?"
Zhuohuan: "Oh, what do you think of it?"
Fucheng told the truth: "It's a masterpiece."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "It's a masterpiece, what about the person who designed it?"
Fucheng said seriously: "Mr. Renner is indeed a genius."
Zhuohuan: "Huh?"
Fucheng looked at him: "Huh?"
Zhuohuan: "Huh? Gone?"
Fu Cheng: "What else. Oh, you are also considered a genius."
"... that counts?!"
The man stared straight, with disdain written all over his face.
Fu Cheng couldn't help laughing, he leaned on Zhuo Huan's shoulder: "Are you going to give me a birthday present?"
He is not stupid, Zhuo Huan will not call him here suddenly for no reason after being busy for so many days.
Zhuo Huan suddenly felt meaningless: "Can't you be stupid?"
Fu Cheng: "What gift?"
Zhuohuan: "Guess?"
"Don't guess."
"Guess."
"Don't guess."
Zhuohuan raised his chin, stared at him with a cold face, and said word by word: "Guess or not?"
Fucheng: "..."
This man is so childish.
Fu Cheng: "Watch?" Looking at Zhuo Huan's face, he continued: "It seems not. Tie, cufflinks?" Fu Cheng suddenly thought: "You won't send me a plane, will you?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
"You want a plane?"
"... I'll just talk about it."
"Oh, let's talk about it next year."
"..."
Zhuo Huan: "Guess again."
Fucheng was completely overwhelmed by the richness of the capitalists, and said helplessly, "I can't guess."
Zhuo Huan: "The result came out."
Fucheng didn't react immediately: "What result?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him with lowered eyes, an imperceptible arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was lazy, but with a hint of joy that couldn't be concealed: "Are you stupid? 1199 experiments, and the results came out."
The breathing became rapid in an instant, as if a second had passed, and it seemed that a year had passed.
Fu Cheng held his breath and asked: "... What was the result?"
Zhuohuan: "..."
"How the hell am I in love with an idiot...uh..."
The young man's fiery and intimate kiss blocked all the man's voices. Fu Cheng raised his head slightly, wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, opened his lips and tongue, and the next moment, the man's tongue came in and kissed him passionately. The ambiguous click of saliva echoed in the spacious warehouse, gasping and breathing merged together.
Fucheng heard his heart beating rapidly.
His body was numb, his mind was shocked by the great joy, and even his fingertips were trembling.
Lips numb from kissing, the two pressed their foreheads and looked at each other.
Zhuo Huan said with a hoarse voice, "I want to fuck you."
Fucheng panted: "Mmm..."
Zhuohuan: "I want to love you more."
Fu Cheng raised his head slowly.
Zhuohuan: "I love you, forever."
A warm and gentle kiss fell on the cold forehead.
***
On December 3, 2022, UAAG released an accident investigation report on the Rogge 318 crash, with a total of 2,315 pages.
The vast majority of air crashes in the world are tragedies caused by countless coincidences, and Rogge 318 is no exception.
A not-so-bad frontal wave air mass caused the automatic cruise system of the Rogge 318 to undergo a corrective yaw; the pilot's shift system and sudden physical discomfort prevented them from discovering the aircraft's steering in the first place and controlling it. airplane.
The night and the sea are also one of the reasons for this tragedy.
The external environment cannot be seen, and there is no suitable reference object, which makes it more difficult for the pilot to find abnormalities.
…
In addition to these coincidental reasons, due to the special design of the wings of the Maifei F485 model, when it turns on the automatic cruise system, there is a one in ten thousand probability that the telex system will be disordered due to external factors. Internal electromagnetic pulse interference is generated, causing the telex system to fail.
However, the deranged design of this fly-by-wire system has been improved in 2019. It seems to be a coincidence, and it seems to be caused by fate. Maifei has updated the telex system of all types of airliners under his banner. This extremely difficult failure is no longer possible to happen again.
The outside world has generated great public opinion on this.
Why did Mai Fei suddenly make such an update and improvement on the telex system for no reason
Are they really ignorant
After so many years of continuous research and experiments day and night, did they really not find this design loophole once
No one noticed that at the beginning of 2023, McFly Labs dismissed three designers, and the director of McFly's public relations department, Johnny Berkeley, and an executive also resigned suddenly. At the end of the same year, Thor Reiner, chief designer of McFly, also submitted his resignation.
In an interview with Time Magazine afterwards, the top American aircraft designer said: "I'm getting old."
…
A full six years, five months and twenty days.
He enters the darkest hell and sees the darkest eagle.
It's like cutting flesh and blood with a knife, like eroding bones and gouging out the heart.
But in the most desperate abyss, when he was lying on the knife barefoot and his body was covered in pain, suddenly, he heard the voice of that person.
Then, on steel wings, with fire and flames as the wind, I crossed the cliff where Thor roared, and came to the city overflowing with milk and honey.
I have seen that star.
I fell in love with him—
I hold him.
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The author has something to say:
Thank you for your company during this time~ UAAG is officially over! A lot of emotion, there are also a lot of regrets, but more is the harvest. I like Anxi and Chengcheng very much, they are both very good, and I hope you will like them too.
Then, the next article is going to be an e-sports article, Xiaogong is Zhuo Anxi's younger brother~
Zhuo Anxi: Huh? My fucking only son, where did this thing come from
Fuwa: Then it's you and Fu Chengcheng's son [bushi]
Fu Chengcheng: ... Cold knowledge, men and women cannot have children.
Zhuo Xi: Huh, son? What a beautiful idea.
Zhao Luo: …
↑ Wait who are you two? ?
The new article is going to open on the 16th of next month, so let’s update it~