Su Fei: "RIP, are you praising you? Have you reacted?"

Zhuo Huan looked down at the laptop screen, typing his fingers on the keyboard, and he didn't raise his head: "Do you need to react to nonsense?"

Everyone was stunned: nonsense?

The next moment, they reacted.

Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo is very awesome.

Zhuo Huan: Nonsense.

Everyone: "..."

You, Mr. Zhuo or you, Mr. Zhuo.

All investigations are completely over here.

Although NTSB and American Airlines jointly issued a reward, everyone knows that this is a reward with no hope. Even if there are fishing boats fishing nearby, the possibility of them fishing for American Airlines' black box is very slim. As Zhuo Huan said: At least you have to show an attitude.

You shouldn't give up any hope and end it hastily.

The UAAG members didn't know what Zhuo Huan said to Lovens. Even Zhuo Huan didn't know. Yesterday, Lovens didn't sleep all night and sat in the office to smoke a cigarette from an ashtray. He sent a 32-page application to the NTSB headquarters in bloodshot eyes, which led to this incident.

He wrote on the last page of the application-

"Air crash is inevitable.

On September 17, 1908, a stress crack appeared on the propeller, and U.S. Army Lieutenant Thomas Selfridge died in a crash, becoming the first victim of an air crash in history.

On June 30, 1956, United Airlines 718 and Universal Airlines 2 collided in the air, and FAA (FAA) was established.

...

Air crashes are never avoidable, but the mortality rate of aircraft accidents has ranged from 12% in 1960 to 0.16% in 2012. Every year, aircraft flying in the air increased by geometric multiples, but the accident rate also decreased by geometric multiples.

Since 1903, the Wright brothers spread their wings in the sky, one hundred and seventeen years have passed since then.

From the moment humans want to leave the earth and embrace the blue sky, they are destined to be competing with God for that mysterious realm.

Pilots are humans, and investigators are humans.

In the absence of the black box, we all know that the possibility of non-human failure is less than 1%. But Mr. Reid Ivrin Patrick said: "There are only 1 and 0 accidents."

When it's really a pilot's mistake, that's 1.

If it is not the pilot's mistake, it is 0.

There is never that 1% possibility in the world.

On this premise, to end this investigation with only one investigation report as the end of the incident, is that really the original intention of the establishment of the FAA and the ending that NTSB wants to see? I feel deeply suspicious and confused about this.

Before the truth comes, do not make any judgment arbitrarily, and do not believe it or be blindly arrogant.

Dead people can't speak, they won't defend themselves.

Even if there is only a slight possibility, we should not give up.

This is the original intention of the NTSB, and it is also the real ending we want every time we investigate the air disaster. Every accident is pushing us toward that field; every sacrifice is great and not meaningless.

How can we bury these great sacrifices?

Next to the beach in Boston Bay, the families of 298 victims held a memorial service for the victims on December 24. In the cold wind, I saw my daughter who lost her parents, trembling with her hands, put the bouquet in front of the candlelight; I also saw my elderly parents, looking at the frozen smile of her daughter in the photo, hugging each other and crying.

They have sacrificed, and we will find the truth for them in the end.

After the application investigation report is released, NTSB will continue to salvage American Airlines' 4012 black box or offer a public reward.

Burned under the cold and dark ocean currents are 298 souls that are urgently needed to see the truth and never rest in peace.

Restinpeace.』

All night, the lights in Lovens' office did not go out, and the sound of the keyboard was typing.

On the other hand, in UAAG's office, the gray-haired old Joseph wore glasses and looked at the flashing cursor on the computer screen, and had written the investigation report into the cause of the accident.

As an extremely excellent and experienced Air Force pilot, he later engaged in aircraft accident investigation for 17 years. Writing an accident investigation report was easy for Joseph Old. Even if Zhuo Huan made an extremely harsh request: he asked him to write the cause of each accident in the same length, his typing speed did not slow down.

However, at five o'clock in the morning, when the east was bright, there was a bright light slowly reflecting from the sea and evaporating, Old Joseph stopped his typing hand.

A qualified aircraft accident investigation report, including four aspects.

All records of air crashes.

Analysis of the air crash.

Investigation reasons report.

Safety advice.

In order to investigate an air crash, in addition to giving the deceased the truth, we must also draw lessons and summaries from it.

Old Joseph put his hand on the keyboard several times, but never typed a word-

He wrote the end of this investigation report, leaving only safety advice.

His tired eyes stared at the computer screen, and bloodshots exploded from his eyeballs. There was a faint blue-black layer. He was very tired, but what was more tired than his body was the heavy and unable to breathe like a trailer.

The investigation headquarters was silent at 5 a.m.

Old Joseph came to the window and opened it. The cold sea breeze came towards him, like a knife cutting, piercing into his heart. His eyes, which were already overworked, burst into tears at the moment when they touched the wind. Boston in February was still so cold, just like Washington seventeen years ago, in January, there was another snowstorm. When the plane rushed to the ground, the huge explosion and roar sounded together, countless cold winds rolled in through every corner of the torn cockpit.

He was suffocated by the cold.

All the blood in my body seemed to have condensed at that moment.

The body lost a little temperature, there were crying and screaming. Then in the evening when the ambulance and fire truck were panicking and rushing, he seemed to hear someone in the ruins exhausted all his strength and said a soft sentence before he died.

"sorry."

It seems to be an illusion, but it seems to be as clear as in the ear.

Until two days later, he woke up in the ward, Lovens, who was still a young investigator, stood in front of him and told him that Michael Harrison died on the spot.

Memories came to his face like a tsunami. For a moment, old Joseph suddenly couldn't tell what had happened and what he imagined after being tortured by pain over the past seventeen years.

He closed his eyes, and the cold wind blew into his collar and sleeves, making his whole body feel cold.

Seventeen years ago, Lovens asked him a question in the hospital, and his answer was that he didn't know.

Perhaps now, he can finally give that answer.

Taking out his cell phone, Old Joseph found Lovens' name and sent him a message.

【I think it is because of fear.】

The next moment, Lovins actually replied: [Although investigating the headquarters?]

Old Joseph was a little surprised: [Yes, are you here too?]

The office door was suddenly knocked and pushed open, Lovens' smile: "Do you have a drink?"

The two found a few cans of beer hidden from the corner of the tea room.

Old Joseph: "I never drink this kind of thing."

Lovens: "My old friend, there are no conditions to pay attention to at this time. It would be great if I found it!"

The two drank for a while.

Old Joseph: "If I hadn't vaguely noticed something, I don't think I would have changed so much in the next seventeen years. You probably don't know that we just arrived in Boston three months ago, and several American Airlines pilots looked very scared when they saw me. Hey, you said I was so scary before. It's been more than ten years, and he is still afraid?"

Lovens: "You don't know what you are like, so you ask me."

Old Joseph muttered and took a sip of wine.

Lovens patted his shoulder: "Don't take it to heart. When NTSB wrote the investigation report seventeen years ago, he used crew communication problems as one of the causes of the accident and also made suggestions to American Airlines. But that was not the main reason. The accident was caused by many reasons, the weather, the pilot's driving skills, the loose landing gear, crew communication...even if he really asks you for help, please land. My old man, are you sure you can't do anything?"

"There are no two words failures in my dictionary!"

“For the unyielding person, is there no such thing as failure?”

Joseph Old: “…”

Lovens joked: "The life motto of the iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck is still so suitable for you, Joseph."

The two of them drank for a while.

Under the rising sun, two men who were no longer young leaned against their shoulders, drinking while looking at the rising sun. The bright but not dazzling sunlight shone on these two silent faces. Perhaps it was because the sunlight was too warm, and old Joseph gradually shed tears. He raised the beer bottle and looked at the sunlight: "I'm sorry."

Lovens glanced at him and raised the bottle: "To the better tomorrow."

Seventeen years ago, the young Hard Joseph did not understand why a strange pilot did not ask for help from him. He had never treated the other party badly, nor had he had a dispute. They were not familiar with him at all.

Now, he is already fifty years old and looks back on his life.

The truth is long unknown, and no one knows why Michael Harrison made such a decision seventeen years ago.

But the only thing he knows is-

What illuminates the world is the sunshine, warmth, and understanding and tenderness that is more dazzling than the sun.

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