Half the floor is UAAG's territory. Lina picked up the folder on the undulating city table, bypassed the miniature green plant fountain, passed through three metal hollowed-out glass doors, and came to the printing room.

Yes, there are only five people in UAAG and they also have a dedicated printing room. There are three brother printers and four Oce copiers in it, which is more than UAAG's people, and it is very tempting to be the dominant one.

The only benefit of too many copiers is probably that it saves time and can copy files at the same time.

Three minutes later, Lina returned to the office with five copies of the copies. She also went to the information room and put the original Aviation 3157 accident back on the spot. The blonde was wearing a close-fitting dress and outlined her slim figure. She smiled and said, "I think it's better to keep this original document, just put it in the information room. What do you think?"

Zhuo Huan doesn't care about such trivial matters: "It's up to you."

Everyone picked up the information of American Airlines 3157 and started reading it.

When Zhuo Huan asked Fucheng if he had read this information just now, Fucheng replied that he had not seen it. However, American Airlines 3157 is quite famous in the aviation industry, and he actually knew about the accident.

On July 13, 1996, American Airlines Flight 3157 took off from Seattle and headed to Salt Lake City. At 17:13 pm, the plane suddenly dived down and plunged into the Great Salt Lake 40 kilometers away from Salt Lake City. All 135 passengers and 7 aircraft crew members on board were killed.

The Great Salt Lake covers an area of ​​3,525 square kilometers, with an average water depth of only 4.9 meters. The plane crashed from an altitude of 20,000 feet, and it almost didn't hit the water surface, but more like land.

The crashed plane was a Boeing 737 private passenger plane with an altitude of 11 meters. Just like an adult who accidentally entered a children's swimming area, the plane was extremely eye-catching on the lake and out of place. Shortly after the rescuers arrived at the scene, they found the wreckage of the plane through a helicopter.

However, it was already late at night, and the deeper search was difficult to carry out. By noon the next day, NTSB investigators arrived at the scene and at 14:31 pm, they fished out the black box next to a reef in the Great Salt Lake.

"This accident is really fresh in memory." Old Joseph sighed, "I hadn't gone to NTSB to be an investigator, and I happened to be a pilot of National Airlines. As soon as this happened, National Airlines' stock price plummeted, and the company immediately grounded all Boeing 737 aircraft in the United States. What a pity that I was driving Airbus at that time, and the group of 737 guys had been resting for two months."

Fucheng said in surprise: "You used to be a pilot of the National Airline?"

Old Joseph Lili's messy and loose shirt buckle, lifting all his hair back, showing a deep smile: "Don't it? I only joined NTSB in 2003 and became an air crash investigator. Oh, Fu, Su, why do you all look at me with such shocked eyes? Am I really not like an excellent captain?"

Su Fei blurted out: "Not like it!"

"It's really hurtful. But I have evidence. I resigned from the United States and transferred to NTSB was not a sudden idea, but a reason." Old Joseph smiled, put his file folder on the table, bent down and pulled his trousers high.

The cold metallic luster suddenly hit everyone's eyes, and there was a moment of silence in the office.

Old Joseph put his trousers back and said with a smile: "On January 17, 2003, American Airlines Flight 384 accident, I am the captain."

Everyone didn't say more about this topic.

Fucheng quickly looked at Perfect Airlines 3157 information. He looked at Zhuo Huan and frowned: "The NTSB had stopped investigating this accident twenty-three years ago. Although the black box of 3157 was found soon, it was closed ten minutes before the plane accident. In other words, the black box could not provide any accident information at all."

Su Fei quickly interrupted: "The black box is closed? How to close it, artificial or machine failure?"

Old Joseph smiled and said, "You want to say, the legendary Richard dive?"

Su Fei was stunned and then: "Damn it?! This is the legendary Richard dive?!" He hurriedly turned the accident information to the page of the information of the crew and pointed to the captain's name: "Richar Laurender... It's really him, Richard dive!"

Richard's dive is a very famous joke in the aviation industry. Its reputation is comparable to another famous accident in the industry - Air France Flight 447. Even outsiders are well aware of it.

——American Airlines Richard loves dive, Air France Bonnan will pull rod.

The former drove the American Airlines 737, and in a magical way, he pushed the rod and rushed straight down, and fell head-on into the Great Salt Lake.

The latter was inexplicably the pull rod of the Earth God successfully sent the plane into the vast ocean above the Atlantic Ocean.

Regarding the accident of American Airlines, Volkswagen speculated that the captain had a tendency to commit suicide due to personal reasons. So he kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. Therefore, the black box was manually closed by him.

"Don't you read the entire information?" Zhuo Huan sneered, "Richar's dive is just a joke, no one said it is the truth. There is also a speculation about this accident, which may be that there is a mechanical failure in the rudder."

Su Fei immediately turned the information to the last few pages.

"The rudder's servo valve has a minor fault risk. There were 11 failures in the four years from 1993 to 1996..."

Fucheng had read all the information long ago, and he reached out to knock on the table: "So, the black box may be closed due to a fault, or it may be closed by man. The reason why the plane dive and crashed may be man-made or mechanical failure. So why are we taking out this accident again now? "

Zhuo Huan looked up at him, his hands folded, and said lightly: "Boeing 737, I've dismantled one."

Everyone: "..."

You continue.

After a big breath, after appreciating the mixed expressions of everyone, Zhuo Huan curled the corner of his mouth and continued: "The model of American Airlines Boeing 737 has about 6 million parts. Fortunately, the Great Salt Lake is indeed very shallow, with the deepest part of only 11 meters, and the water depth of the 3157 crashed was only 4.6 meters, so almost all the parts of the plane were salvaged. If there is no black box, it is impossible to prove what happened during the crash, then there is another way..."

Fucheng suddenly realized what the solution was, but he looked at Zhuo Huan hesitantly, always feeling impossible in his heart.

Then he heard the man say, "Check all six million parts."

Everyone: "..."

Su Fei: "Sister Lina, can you go to have dinner at 11:00 noon? Do we have three meals?"

Old Joseph: "I want to drink, where is there a good bar?"

Fucheng was about to speak, but found a man staring at him expressionlessly. He had an inexplicable illusion that if he ignored Mr. Zhuo with Su Fei and Old Joseph, some tragedy would have happened.

After silence, Fucheng said seriously: "Six million parts, do you think it is realistic?"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Fucheng.

Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly, then smiled: "Who said he wanted to check six million? JAL JL917, when I was in Finland, did I ask you to check the entire plane?"

For a month, they only checked the aircraft's engine.

Fucheng suddenly realized: "What you mean..."

Zhuo Huan: "Nothing." He looked at Lina, "Contact with NTSB, I'm interested in this accident."

Lina did not answer, but looked at everyone with a smile.

Zhuo Huan frowned slightly: "Lina?"

Lina: "I suddenly felt like we finally became a team."

Zhuo Huan: "Clam?"

Lina smiled slightly: "It's nothing. By the way, I've moved to my new home recently. I want to invite everyone to celebrate and open a party next weekend."

***

UAAG is a multi-country cooperative aircraft accident investigation organization.

Most of the time, UAAG accepts commissions from various countries to assist in investigating aircraft accidents. However, aircraft is the safest means of transportation in the world, and air crashes are extremely rare. When there is no sudden accident or no commission, UAAG will choose to investigate some unsolved air crash accidents.

In the next week, everyone was looking up information related to American Airlines 3157.

Lina has contacted NTSB, and the other party welcomes UAAG to the United States to investigate the air crash 24 years ago. And they have preserved the complete wreckage of the plane. If anyone is too careless to check the entire plane, inside and outside, NTSB doesn't mind, but they still need to prepare.

On weekends, it’s a rare good weather, and the autumn weather is clear and cool.

After October, during the National Day holiday, the number of tourists coming to Shanghai for tourism increased. Fucheng took a taxi an hour in advance, first went to the opposite community to pick up Su Fei and Old Joseph, and the three of them went to Lina's new home together.

The car was blocked on the elevated road for more than half an hour, and when it arrived, it was just right.

Outside the Lina community is a red brick wall that grows so far that it cannot be seen. The lush sycamore trees spread their branches, covering the sky and the sun. When the wind blows slightly, they fall golden all over the ground, as if a layer of golden carpet was laid on the asphalt road.

The taxi drove through this golden road and crushed the leaves of sycamore trees, and only the crackling sounds were heard.

The car could not get in, so the three of them got out and looked for Lina's house with gifts.

After searching for a long time, Lina's building was found in dozens of villas. Su Fei couldn't wait to ring the doorbell, and the electronic monitoring door opened. The three of them walked in, and Lina had already opened the door and was waiting for them.

"Reid arrived early. I'm making salad. Are you going to help?"

Fucheng raised his eyebrows in surprise:...Salad?

Su Fei exclaimed directly: "Salad?! No, today our party, just eat salad?"

Lina said in surprise: "I like salads very much. Don't you like it?"

The three guests who were still standing at the door looked at each other and finally entered the door with a complicated expression.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old man sitting on a white wool blanket, leaning back against the sofa feet, holding the handle, playing games lazily. When he heard the three of Fucheng and the others came, he didn't even raise his eyelids, but instead rolled up his sleeves and started a new game.

Lina: "Do you want to visit?"

Su Fei had already looked at the head and observed for a long time. When he heard this, he immediately said: "I want to!"

Lina took everyone around. When she returned to the first floor, Fucheng saw that the man had put down his handle and held his cell phone, not knowing what he was looking at. He was wearing a white shirt and stepped on the wool carpet with barefoot feet. His hair was tied back behind his head casually, and suddenly yawned, then turned to look here.

Fucheng suddenly withdrew his gaze.

Zhuo Huan did not notice his sight, but sneered at Su Fei: "Whoever claims will be collected."

Su Fei: "Clam?"

Zhuo Huan shook his ears: "Don't you want to eat hot pot? You have been talking about it since you entered the door until now. Then you go buy ingredients and base materials. You advocate..." He raised his hand, rubbed his thumb and index finger, "You buy vegetables."

Su Fei: "..."

"Buy it!"

Su Fei and Old Joseph had long been put on the shelf of salads and were only thinking about eating hot pot. The two of them held their phones indignation and refused Lina's kindness to persuade them, "Don't be angry, Reid doesn't mean that", and went out loudly. However, as soon as they went out, the two looked at each other...

"Hehehe, I can finally eat hot pot!"

Fucheng said meaningfully: "It finally got what you want."

Lina blinked at him, shushed softly, and said, "Fu, do you want to make Qiandao sauce with me?"

Fucheng didn't think he had a superb cooking skills, but what's simpler in Western cuisine than Chinese cuisine is that their recipes are always easy to understand and difficult to make mistakes. He smiled and said, "It's so great." Then he came to the open Western kitchen to help Lina make her favorite salad.

The kitchen was facing the living room. Fu Cheng raised his head slightly, and saw the man leaning on the sofa, holding his hand high and looking up at the phone screen. From his perspective, he could only see Zhuo Huan's slightly hanging eyelashes. Suddenly, a musical sound rang out.

Zhuo Huan stood up and said, "I'll go and answer the phone."

The man strode away from the living room, walked up the stairs, and quickly disappeared from the corner of the stairs.
To be continued...