JAL JL917 crashed in farmland one kilometer east of Wanta Airport.

Half a year has passed, and the open space has long been divided by Finland officials. Before the accident investigation results come out, others are prohibited from entering.

UAAG was invited by the European Aviation Safety Administration to participate in the investigation a few days ago. Now UAAG requires another on-site collection. More than 20 staff members enter the scene and do the final collection work.

Fucheng pulled the yellow cordon and bent down to enter the scene of the air crash.

On the ground about half a square kilometer, wild grasses grow in the wind. But among these wild grasses, there are pieces of burnt land, which seem to be psoriasis that is difficult to remove on human skin, and are mottled and dazzlingly placed in front of you.

The 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 is precisely because the fuel is not exhausted that an explosion occurs when the plane crashes, burning the farmland into this way.

Fu Cheng thought to himself: "So, when the fuel is exhausted, this reason is ruled out."

The reason why fuel is exhausted sounds out of the blue, but it has happened more than once in the history of human air crashes.

On December 28, 1978, on United Flight 173, two pilots focused on repairing the faulty instruments, but did not notice that the fuel was exhausted and eventually crashed.

On August 6, 2005, Tunisia International Airlines Flight 1153 was replaced by 2 tons of fuel due to an error in the fuel quantity indicator. In the end, it failed to reach its destination and made an emergency landing at sea.

Fucheng calmed down.

Today is a sunny day, and the cool wind blows from the blue waves of the Gulf of Finland, mixed with a hint of salty and wet sea water. Fucheng inadvertently looked at the man standing not far away, and saw his hands in his pockets, his head raised toward the sky, and his eyes slightly closed.

The long hair was blown back by the wind.

It seems to be listening to the sound of the wind.

The next moment, the picture was instantly broken. Fucheng hurriedly turned his gaze, and Zhuo Huan walked over slowly, and a slightly cool voice sounded behind him: "Remeasure the initial impact point, the ground fire area, the flight track..."

On the other hand, UAAG investigation headquarters.

"Fuel exhaustion has been eliminated, so only the plane system failure, weather reasons and human factors are left?" Su Fei held the accident information of JL917 in his hand, but didn't read a word. He stretched his neck and said curiously, "It feels quite simple."

Old Joseph looked at him with a funny look: "Is it simple? The weather can almost be ruled out. That day was a rare good weather in Helsinki. The weather was clear and the wind was 5-15 knots. I couldn't find it if I wanted to find such a good weather."

Su Fei clapped his hands: "That's not simple? Only the plane system failure and human factors are left."

"The human factors depend on the black box. Perhaps the CVR (cockpit voice recorder) will give us the answer, but now the black box is still being repaired at Maifei Corporation. The explosion happened to destroy the core part of the black box."

The punk boy stood up and suddenly realized: "RIP begs me to come for this!"

Old Joseph laughed. He looked through the 3D model of the accident in the computer and muttered: "It's Mai Fei's plane. Has Reid been involved in the design of this plane?" He turned to Lina on the side.

Lina smiled: "The F435 was a plane from the 1990s, when Reid was just born. Of course, he had never participated in the subsequent improvement work as far as I know."

"That's how it is."

At the scene of the plane accident, EASA investigators began to scan the scene.

After scanning in this way, you can use the data directly to build the model when you go back.

Fucheng carefully observed the entire air crash point. Finally, he walked to the edge of the wasteland, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and stroked the burnt land on the ground.

The temperature is cold, and this is the initial impact point. Half a year ago, JL917 started to embark on the road of no return from here.

JAL JL917 uses the F435 aircraft produced by Maifei Company in 1991.

He drove that plane...

However, he did not notice that a man was looking at him quietly not far away.

The black coat was wide open, so when the wind blew, it rushed backwards. The black-haired young man looked at the scorched land for as long as he had been looking at it. Half of it, he even took out his cell phone with interest, turned on the clock, and wanted to press the stopwatch to clock, but unfortunately, Fucheng stood up.

The young black-haired man walked up to him with a expressionless face and said politely: "Teacher Zhuo, do you think I have something to do?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "So obvious?"

What I mean, do you see clearly?

Fucheng: "..."

Fucheng said calmly: "I checked a lot of information about this air crash in the hotel last night, but I still don't understand why you transferred me to UAAG." He paused, "I am just a pilot and have no experience in aircraft accident investigation."

Zhuo Huan: "There is an active pilot of China East China Airlines on board, proficient in all current aircraft models, and has the flight qualification license of ERJ-190--"

“As long as you need it.”

His eyes suddenly widened.

"Are you on that plane?"

Oh, no more honorifics.

A smile appeared in Zhuo Huan's eyes.

Fu Cheng's mind was filled with many twists and turns, and many strange things were answered at once.

Who can be watched by the senior management of LaGuardia Airport and went to the crew waiting room in person; why did he take the initiative to ask for help on the out-of-control plane, but the captain refused his kindness?

Because of Zhuo Huan.

Because that person is Reid Ivrin Patrick.

The world's top talented aircraft designer.

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 Mafei Aviation Manufacturing Company.

He might not have driven the ERJ-190 from New York to Boston, but he knew absolutely more about the plane than everyone on board at that time.

Flightradar once conducted a survey. At the same time, there were 16,000 aircraft sailing in the sky. Two thousand of them were Maifei F475.

Maifei F475 is the most successful commercial aircraft of Maifei Company in the past 30 years.

And its chief designer is Reid Irvin Patrick.

"It's almost time to go back." Zhuo Huan took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. He handed it to Fucheng, "Or?"

Fucheng looked at him in a complicated mood.

"When you don't want it." Zhuo Huan directly put the gum back, put his hands in his pockets, and strode away. Halfway through, he stopped and looked back at the young black-haired man standing in the spot, "By the way, I'm very curious, what have you been watching for so long just now?"

Fucheng did not speak.

Zhuo Huan, who thought he had no answer, didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Watching the man's back, Fu Cheng's eyes became darker and there was no expression on his face.

"It's so breathless to do things with Zhuo Huan."

Fu Cheng turned around and saw an EASA investigator standing beside him at some point.

The investigator with a strange Asian face smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Gao Yun. I am a Chinese Finnish native and an investigator from EASA."

Fucheng was about to introduce himself.

: "I have heard of you, Major Fu, the youngest major in the air force in China. You are also a genius. Half a year ago, when you switch to civil aviation for private reasons. You are a legend in the aviation industry in China. I still can't believe that anyone can master all models. You are also very famous in our Chinese aviation industry. As for him..."

He turned his head and looked at the man who had reached the edge of the cordon.

Zhuo Huan.

The yellow cordon became empty in front of this man. He straddled his long legs and stepped over.

Gao Yun's tone could not hide his admiration and admiration. He seemed to sigh casually: "Is there really no one in the Chinese aviation industry who doesn't admire Zhuo Huan?"

Worship?

Under the setting sun, the face of the black-haired young man was facing the slightly drunken glow, and the fluff on his face was clearly visible. He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and let out a gentle laugh from his nose.

As soon as Fu Cheng returned to the headquarters of the investigation team, the punk boy came over.

Although Fucheng didn't think the relationship between the two was very good, Su Fei waved at him enthusiastically first, then looked at Zhuo Huan, and his face suddenly changed: "Ha, RIP, I already know what you want to do in Boston, you tried every means to trick me into your UAAG. Hand it over, I will be responsible for repairing the black box of JAL 917. If I can't repair it well, no one in this world can repair it well."

Zhuo Huan sneered: "So confident?"

Su Fei was furious and before he could speak, old Joseph came out to smooth things out: "Reid, do you know who you are provoking?"

Su Fei raised his chest.

Zhuo Huan lazily stretched out his hand and took out his ears: "Who?"

Joseph Older coughed: "IMO gold medal at the age of 13, nominated for the Turing Award at the age of 16, and graduated from Harvard's master's degree at the age of 17."

“…Mr. Fly Su, a famous scholar who is now being invited by major cutting-edge companies in the industry.”

Zhuo Huan: "Hmm? Wait, isn't Sophie?"

Sophie.

Sophie.

Su Fei: "..."

Lina: "…"

Old Joseph spread his hands: Yes, whoever likes to do this good man will do it?

Fucheng: "Puff."

Everyone's eyes swept towards him.

Even Zhuo Huan looked at him in surprise.
To be continued...