In the spacious and bright conference room, the long table in the center of the room has been removed because it takes up too much space. Dozens of investigators sat in the conference room, staring at the projection screen attentively.

Zhuo Huan nodded to Su Fei, and the punk boy immediately understood and opened the black box of data.

"This black box records the engine data on the right, the operation data of the aircraft part, and the voice record of the cockpit." Speaking of this, his hand has already clicked on the data curve.

In an instant, dense lines of different colors appeared on the screen. Everyone took a breath, held their breath, and stared at the screen with wide eyes. The crackling sound of the keyboard was constantly pounding.

Zhuo Huan: "Open the voice record of the cockpit."

Su Fei: "Okay."

Fu Cheng slowly pinched his fingers, and he turned his head quietly to look at Zhuo Huan. He saw that the latter was squinting his eyes and quickly scanning the flight data on the screen, as if he didn't notice his movements. After pursing his lips, Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze. At this time, a weak hum came from beside him, and he subconsciously turned his head to look again.

Zhuo Huan looked at him quietly, raised his eyebrows and spread his palms upwards.

A moment of surprise, the next moment, a warm feeling in my heart spread. Fucheng stretched out his hand and held his.

Zhuo Huan's palm was a little wet and hot. After his skin was tightly pressed against each other, a steady stream of warmth spread out along the connected places. Fu Cheng's nervous heart relaxed a little, but before he could relax for a few seconds, he heard a sharp and sharp current noise coming from the speaker.

Everyone present frowned reflexively, and the sound was like a fingernail sliding on the glass, causing physiological discomfort.

Zhuo Huan raised his head and said unhappy: "Su Fei?!"

Su Fei was also very aggrieved: "Can I blame this? This black box is seriously damaged, especially the voice record of the cockpit, which is half damaged. I have tried my best to remove the noise caused by these damages, but if I need to repair the audio track, it may affect the recording content."

Fucheng: "Let's go ahead."

Su Fei continued to play the voice record of the cockpit.

The black box of Mai Fei F485 retains a total of voice records for the cockpit two hours before the crash. It is saved with electronic instruments, and the records are automatically destroyed every two hours and re-recorded. Su Fei's repaired black box recorded a total of one hour and 43 minutes of recordings. According to the track curve, they directly listened to the recording from the last fifteen minutes.

This recording is intermittent.

Because it has suffered a great degree of damage.

In the vague and messy cockpit recording, Fucheng identified for two minutes and finally identified who the two people talking were.

Those were the two deputy captains of Roger 318: William Kridoff and David Coster.

But the sound is too noisy, and there are all kinds of strange noises in the background, making it difficult to hear which sentence was said by William and which sentence was said by David. They are all Americans, with the same accent, and there is not even a big difference in age, so it is difficult to hear the difference from their voice age.

“How is the A package today?”

"Believe me, the cheese-baked vegetables in the A-set menu are the worst I've ever eaten."

"Haha, have you ever had a delicious airplane meal..."

At the beginning, two deputy captains were chatting about today's plane meal. They didn't know that this was the last fifteen minutes of their lives. They spoke lightly and very comfortable, and even had time to complain about whether there should be cheese in the flying meal.

Everything is extremely normal.

William and David talked about the plane meal for a while, and then they were silent for a while, not knowing what they were doing.

Then, they talked about the new captain who had not been working together for a long time.

"He's such a poor person."

"you're right."

Fucheng listened quietly, with a calm expression. However, only Zhuo Huan, who was holding his hand, knew that the young man's calm and composed appearance had already stirred up storms in his heart. Fucheng's hand couldn't help but tremble slightly. From him, he could hear that the two drivers in the cockpit were the deputy captains. From the moment without Qi Zhifeng, he seemed to be a drowning person, struggling to swim on the water, and breathed the last breath of air from the edge of death.

Fucheng's palms were covered in sweat.

The Roger 318 is an ultra-long transoceanic flight. Such an aircraft requires at least three pilots to take turns to rest.

When the air crash occurred, Qi Zhifeng was not in the cockpit, and he was resting according to regulations...

He is resting!

This means that this air crash has nothing to do with him, it is not his fault!

Reassuring, relieved, ashamed, sad.

A complicated emotion surged into my heart. Fu Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At this time, he heard an awkward and strange voice from the speaker: "Damn it, maybe I shouldn't have drunk that bottle of ice coke before boarding the plane."

As soon as this was done, everyone in the conference room was stunned. The next second, they stared at the speaker that was coming out nervously. They knew it was a speaker, and there would be no change when they stared at it, but at this time, they did this together.

Including Fucheng.

Fucheng stared at the speaker tightly and heard such conversations coming from inside.

"What's wrong, David, you're feeling unwell."

"I feel a little uncomfortable. I seem to have diarrhea. I drank a bottle of ice coke before boarding the plane. I knew I shouldn't have drunk it, but it was too hot."

"No, that's been a few hours ago."

"But I'm really going to have diarrhea."

"Okay, it's almost time for you to hand over the shift with the captain. Why don't you just hand over the shift now? I'll contact Ellie for you and ask her to wake up the captain. Can you still stick with it?"

"It's okay, I can hold on for a few more minutes, but please hurry."

The sweet female voice of the flight attendant quickly rang out from the audio, but Zhuo Huan's eyes sterned and he quickly said to Su Fei: "Populate the engine data on the right side of the last ten minutes together on the screen."

Su Fei: "Okay."

With a quick operation, Su Fei quickly projected the data of the engine on the right side of the aircraft on the large screen, and even thoughtfully arranged the cockpit recording and engine data according to time, every second, for easy observation.

Not long after, a calm male voice rang out, his tone was a little stunned: "The engine power has dropped."

Zhuo Huan turned his head and glanced at Deputy Director Andrew, and then continued to look at the big screen.

Lovens immediately responded to his boss' words, and he looked carefully: "Yes, from the time they said, 'I drank a bottle of ice coke before boarding, the power of the engine on the right began to drop at a constant speed." After a pause, he realized: "Damn it, they didn't notice?"

Of course, the two pilots in the cockpit didn't notice that they were discussing David's sudden diarrhea.

While contacting the flight attendant, William asked her to wake up the captain, while observing her companion's situation. David was even less likely to be in the mood to observe the aircraft dashboard. His stomach hurt so much that he couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans.

However, listening to their voices, the conference room was silent.

After a long time, Old Joseph sighed: "We can't blame them, after all, they have set up autonomous driving. As of now, the flight data shows that they should not have done any special operations, and they wouldn't have expected that there would be an abnormality in the autonomous driving aircraft. And this is just an abnormality within a controllable range. Look, the alarm did not sound, right?"

Having been a captain and tragic air crash, this made old Joseph more sensitive to the operations of pilots in the air crash and better understand them.

After saying that, Old Joseph looked at Zhuo Huan.

In this conference room, no one knows Maifei f485 better than Zhuo Huan, and can better evaluate the aircraft's autonomous driving system.

Zhuo Huan looked at the flight data curve coldly. He didn't speak, and no one in the room dared to say anything. Until Deputy Director Andrew said, "Maybe it was encountered with the bumps in the airflow. Maifei f485 has the most advanced autonomous driving system at present. In order to ensure the best flight experience for the personnel on board, it will also appropriately adjust the power of the engines on both sides to reduce bumps."

Everyone looked at Zhuo Huan and asked him for confirmation.

Zhuo Huan was still looking at the big screen. After a few seconds, he did not look back at Andrew, but said lightly: "He is right."

Everyone continued to sound the cockpit recording.

In the endless dark night, over the vast ocean, the reduction in the engine power of the aircraft on the right was just the beginning. Slowly, for some reason, it began to turn slightly to the right.

In the conference room of the investigation headquarters, looking at the cold data curve and listening to the rustling noise from the speakers, everyone's expressions were silent, and they were silently waiting for the last moment to come.

However, the two pilots in the cockpit did not really ignore everything.

The darkness outside made it impossible for them to find that the plane was turning on the right with their eyesight. Even if the gravity in the cabin reached a balance with the cochlea liquid, they did not notice that their bodies were tilted. However, William still noticed the abnormality on the instrument.

"Wait, what's this, the plane is turning?"

This sound was nothing more than thunder, awakening everyone.

Because of abdominal pain, David's voice was somewhat deformed: "Height, height...it's only 22,000 feet left."

William: "whatthe**?!What happened?"

With a "click" sound, William hurriedly turned around and said, "Captain, come and see what's going on."

Fucheng held his breath.

The next moment was Qi Zhifeng's dull and powerful voice: "What's going on?"

William quickly reported the situation.

Qi Zhifeng made a quick decision: "I'll control the plane."

David immediately left the main driver's seat, but from the intermittent cockpit recordings that followed, everyone heard that the deputy captain, who had been suffering from abdominal pain for several minutes, did not leave the cockpit. He had been in the cockpit, communicating with his companions, trying to control the plane.

In an aircraft that turned right and kept falling, the deputy captain was anxiously flipping through the "Flight Safety Manual" and the captain mastered the aircraft.

However, the recording did not record their next words, all of which were harsh electric currents.

As you can see on the flight data curve, after Qi Zhifeng controlled the aircraft for thirty seconds, the plane tilted to the right angle greater than 45°, and the entire plane suddenly fell into a terrifying spiral flip posture.

Fucheng, Old Joseph, Lovens...

All the pilots present, or former pilots, were staring at the data curve of the plane. They were praying and hoping that the pilots would shut down the aircraft's autonomous driving system as soon as possible. This should be the first thing they had to do.

But they didn't close.

Qi Zhifeng, William Kridorf, David Cost.

None of the three excellent pilots released the automatic flight system as soon as possible and turned on manual control.

Almost terrifying flips and strong weightlessness, everything is deeply engraved on those cold data curves.

At this moment, at least everyone present finally knew what happened at the moment when Rogue 318 crashed.
To be continued...