"Lyon Lorraine, the captain of Martha Flight 123, 28 years old, with 1,632 hours of flight hours, and died at 3 a.m. on the 4th."

Under the bright and dazzling light, a four-inch captain's ID photo was posted on a whiteboard, and a high wattage incandescent lamp shone on the smooth photo paper, reflecting a layer of light.

The photo shows a young man with brown hair and a gentle smile. He is wearing a well-shaped captain's uniform and four bars on his shoulders, symbolizing professionalism, knowledge, technology and responsibility.

Zhuo Huan wrote the captain's name next to the photo and looked up at Fucheng: "What did his family say?"

After spending a whole night, Fucheng communicated with the families of the two pilots who died. However, he frowned, and it was obvious that the result of the exchange was not satisfactory: "I didn't get much useful information. Captain Lorraine's wife is a full-time housewife, and his husband rarely mentions his work. According to his wife, he joined Martha Airlines last year and became the captain in August this year. At that time, they went out for a meal to celebrate Lorraine's promotion to the captain."

Fucheng printed out all the information obtained from the conversation and distributed it to the investigators present. He said: "Lorraine has been in many small airlines before. There are many small airlines in Europe, and he served as deputy captain positions in these companies. He was promoted to captain when he arrived at Martha Airlines. The information from the airlines, Lorraine has no bad flight records and his flight training has always been above the level. However, Lorraine's parents died early and he grew up in the welfare department. His wife is a full-time housewife, so his captain's job is the only source of income for the entire family. His wife said that he worked very seriously and hard."

Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng looked at each other, and he picked up the marker and wrote a line of words next to the captain's photo.

"The economic pressure is great, the new captain is promoted."

Zhuo Huan: "It should be noted that the captain does not have rich flight experience and is under great financial pressure. Continue to ask his wife if Lorraine has any other part-time jobs besides normal flight work." The last sentence was said to Fucheng.

Fucheng nodded: "Okay."

Flying is an extremely physically consuming thing, requiring high concentration and reaction.

The laws of each country have strict regulations on the rest time of pilots, requiring them to get adequate sleep before taking off. This sleep time is different in each country, but most of it is not less than ten hours.

Fu Cheng looked at the smile of the young captain on the whiteboard and his eyes gradually became serious. If the captain secretly engaged in part-time work due to excessive financial burdens and did not get enough rest, then his attention and concentration while flying the plane, as well as the technology he can reflect, is questionable.

Zhuo Huan looked through the captain's relevant information, and he walked to the other side of the whiteboard and stood next to the photo of deputy captain Geral Truffaut: "What did Geral Truffaut's family say?"

Fucheng showed a complicated expression: "His situation is a bit special."

Gao Yun, who was sitting aside, turned around and looked at him: "What?"

Fucheng sighed: "Geral Truffaut, 26 years old, deputy captain of Martha Flight 123, with 823 hours of flight hours, died at 13:00 p.m. on the 3rd. One thing is that everyone already knows that he is the heir of the Truffaut Group. But according to Geral's friend Lina, Geral was kicked out of the house four years ago and has not returned home for four years. As for the reason why he ran away from home, it was because he wanted to be a pilot, but his parents did not agree."

Everyone suddenly realized: "That's why he was in a small and unknown airline."

"Yes." Fuchengdao, "There are too many airlines in Europe. If you don't have an excellent resume or special background, it is difficult to join a large airline. Even if you join a large airline, it is difficult to become a pilot. Therefore, many pilots from ordinary backgrounds will choose advanced small airlines to accumulate flight hours. When you have the opportunity to join a large company, the number of flight hours they accumulate will become their qualifications."

Everyone looked at Geral's resume.

Fucheng: "Geral has an average flight talent. He failed twice in the two test items of "approach" and "Pixar Pipe Freezing". He joined Martha Airlines in April this year and started flying this Martha 123 in August. Due to the severance of ties with his family, the deputy captain's salary was limited, and Geral was financially struggling."

This answer was beyond everyone's expectations and was a sigh.

Who would have thought that the heir of the famous Truffaut family would live a very poor life?

Zhuo Huan: "Let's check it out, too, if he has a part-time job."

Fucheng: "Okay. By the way, Old Joseph said before that the two pilots were not named on the list of Martha Airlines staff. Martha Flight 123 is not a Martha Airlines plane. I asked the family about this. They all thought the pilots were working at Martha Airlines because they had been flying this plane all the time."

Zhuo Huan nodded gently: "I have asked old Joseph to the UK for this matter, go directly to Martha Airlines headquarters to ask about the situation."

The pilot information can only be completed here at this moment. Before Old Joseph got more information, everyone's eyes moved away from the two dead pilots.

Zhuo Huan looked at Su Fei: "How is the situation in the black box?"

Su Fei suddenly felt relieved: "It was a little worse than I thought. When the plane hit the mountain, the speed was about 200 knots per hour. You know, it was climbing. So the speed when hitting the mountain was too high, and the whole plane was broken. I didn't expect that even the black box was greatly affected. I carried out a simple repair, but the effect was not good. This afternoon, I took the black box to France and went to the headquarters of ATR to repair the black box. They had more professional computers."

"How long will it take?"

“At least one week.”

"OK, you will go to France with the EASA investigator in the afternoon." After arranging Su Fei's work and summarizing all the known information, Zhuo Huan turned around and his eyes stopped on the two pilots.

Suddenly, behind him, Gao Yun, the head of EASA, rang out: "Since the black box has not been repaired yet, let's assume the cause of the accident first. Needless to say, the pilot's situation is, both are very young and inexperienced pilots. They may make a mistake in driving, causing the plane to crash. In addition, I personally think that there may be problems with the plane's engine."

Zhuo Huan turned around and said, "Tell me, look."

Gao Yun immediately stood up after getting Zhuo Huan's words. He walked to the computer and projected the scene of the accident taken by the investigation team onto the big screen. "Look, here." He walked to the big screen and pointed at the ruins burned by the fire with his fingers.

The picture on the big screen is a dark mountainside, surrounded by green and dense trees. A large pit was knocked out in the middle, and the soil was burned to a charred shape. It was barely possible to see the appearance of an aircraft from it.

Gao Yun: "This is the left wing. Here is the cabin. Here is the right wing. The impact point of the left wing is high, on the upper side of the mountain. The impact point of the right wing is low, on the lower side of the mountain. We assume that the plane faces the mountain, and the two sides should be at the same height. But it is obvious that it is overturning the mountain and the fuselage has a great inclination. So I suspect..." He looked up at Zhuo Huan with a serious look, "There was a problem with the right engine of this plane, which caused a sudden stall and crash into the mountain."

It has to be said that Gao Yun can become a senior investigator at EASA at such a young age. He does have a keen sense of smell and rich experience.

Fucheng observed the accident scene picture on the screen, and he also agreed with Gao Yun's speculation. "At least, when the plane hit the mountain, it did tilt to the right."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him, quickly withdrew his gaze, looked at Gao Yun, and said lightly: "You are responsible for checking the aircraft engine."

Gao Yun: "Okay!"

Everyone assigned the task, and Fucheng followed Zhuo Huan to the warehouse of the candy factory.

In just one day, this spacious warehouse completely changed.

The air is still filled with the sweet fragrance of candy, but there is no box of candy in the warehouse. Instead, there are countless pieces of debris of planes. EASA investigators are carefully cleaning the dust on the debris with brushes.

The plane was too fragmented and it would take at least two days to clean up all the debris.

Gao Yun and his investigators searched in the ruined warehouse for a long time, and finally found parts that were suspected to be the engine on the right. They checked carefully, and not far away, Zhuo Huan and Fucheng stood side by side, watching them move.

"Do you think the engine fails?"

A cold and indifferent voice sounded, Fu Cheng was slightly stunned, and turned to look at the man beside him. After pondering for a moment, he said, "What Mr. Gao said is not unreasonable. At least from the photos of the mountain crash, there is this possibility."

"ATR-72 is a twin-propeller aircraft, and there is no APU installed on this aircraft..." Speaking of this, Zhuo Huan suddenly stopped and said.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo?"

Under the bright and brilliant sunshine, amid the sound of the hustle and bustle of the Rhine Falls, Zhuo Huan was seen putting his hands in his jacket pocket and looking calmly at the investigator in the warehouse. After a long time, he said in an extremely low voice: "It's nothing."

He spoke very quickly, but unfortunately, Fucheng's hearing is as good as his vision. He couldn't understand: "Teacher Zhuo, I understand what you mean. I haven't driven the ATR-72 aircraft, but I also have a certain understanding of it. It does not have an additional APU system, and its APU is set on the right engine. Once the right engine fails, it is likely to affect the entire flight of the plane. The power system on the plane will be completely out of control."

"Are you sure this will happen?"

Fucheng was stunned.

Zhuo Huan: "I don't know much about ATR-72, but maybe it may not be like that."

Fucheng suddenly realized something.

Two minutes later, Fucheng asked tentatively: "Have you ever dismantled this plane?"

Zhuo Huan: “…”

Fucheng: "?"

"Well..." After a sound as light as a mosquito, Mr. Zhuo turned around and left, "Go to the hospital."

Fu Cheng looked at his back and his always depressed mood finally felt a little relieved. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and followed.

At 14:00 p.m. on October 4, 2020, two full days have passed since the plane crashed.

The deputy captain passed away yesterday, and in the early morning of this year, the tortured captain could not survive the long night. He had never woken up, and silently passed away in the sound of instruments that had echoed all night in the ICU ward, and went to heaven.

In the hospital in Schaffhausen, the mother and daughter who stayed here for a day and a night were already mentally prepared.

The moment the young wife saw her husband who was burned to death without a complete piece of skin, she knew that she might not be able to meet her husband again in her life. Her young daughter didn't know what had happened, she was just frightened by the terrifying burns all over her father.

The father on the hospital bed was completely different from his personal appearance, like the zombies in horror movies. His skin was peeling off and his body was covered with bloody red flesh.

"Mom, is Dad dead?"

The young mother hugged her daughter and tears fell silently, but she showed a soft smile: "Well, Dad is gone and goes to heaven. How great is he no longer has to endure this pain."

The daughter nodded in a daze.

It must be painful, it looks painful.

The husband's departure eliminated the grief and brought the mother and daughter even more a sense of despair.

"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Fu. Perhaps for him, death is the best ending. The doctor said he had never woken up, but I think that even if such a wound was in a coma, he would definitely hurt. I'm pretty good, we will live strongly."

Fucheng handed the wife a tissue, who responded with gratitude and pale smile.

Fucheng quietly looked at a certain old man standing not far away, with his hands in his pockets, pretending to be watching the scenery. The thought of "Zhuo Huan seems to be not good at communicating with people" flashed in his heart. Fucheng looked at the wife and said softly: "Please mourn, he will definitely rest in heaven. I have some things to ask about Lorraine. You told me about your family situation before, and I want to know if Lorraine has other part-time jobs besides Martha Airlines."

"No."

Fucheng frowned: "Not a single one?"

Wife: "Yes. Martha's job has made him tired enough. Every time he goes home, he will fall asleep. Lyon has no way to do other part-time jobs. Although the family expenses are very large, since he was promoted to captain, our financial pressure has been much lower. Martha's salary is enough to help us cope with economic needs."

Fucheng nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, a crying voice came from behind him.

"uncle……"

Fu Cheng and the captain's wife turned around and saw the little girl in a red dress accidentally hit Zhuo Huan's leg. Zhuo Huan's body suddenly froze. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the girl with red eyes.

Seeing this, the captain's wife hurried over and picked up her daughter. Because she cried all night, her voice was hoarse: "Say sorry to uncle quickly."

The girl burped and threw herself into her mother's arms.

Fucheng walked over to smooth things over: "It's okay, it's our fault. It hurts, it's because this uncle's legs are very hard."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

The captain's wife rarely smiled when she listened to Fu Cheng's words. The girl also turned her head and looked at them curiously.

Fucheng opened his mouth and was about to speak again, a thin hand stretched out from him. The slightly raised joints of his wrist reflected a transparent light in the sun. In the palm of his palm, there was a piece of fruit candy of colored cellophane.

Fu Cheng's movements stopped, and he turned his head and looked at the man.

Ten minutes later, EASA investigators and doctors called the mother and daughter away. They needed the wife to sign the consent form to agree to dissect the body of captain Lyon Lorraine. Although it was just a formal procedure, even if she did not agree, they would force the dissecting, but they still had to do it.
To be continued...