Maifei f485 has three black boxes, the most critical main black box is on the tail wing.

The black box salvaged this time is one of the two black boxes under the cockpit and has suffered some data damage. The mechanical operation data it records is not comprehensive, and it also records all the conversation sounds in the cockpit. Because of the irreparable damage, the pilot conversations that everyone heard were always intermittent and lost in the crucial last few minutes.

After carefully studying the flight data and repeatedly confirming the cockpit recording, Joseph Old looked at Zhuo Huan, and after receiving the latter's nodding and approval, he walked forward.

Joseph Older: "The salvage of the other two black boxes and the aircraft wreckage is still underway. Based on the information currently obtained, first, the investigation headquarters decided to exclude human subjective factors of some significance."

As soon as these words came to the ground, a rustling discussion sounded in the conference room.

Soon, Lovins, on behalf of NTSB, recognized this view: "Before today, one of the main reasons for the Roger 318 air crash was that Captain Qi Zhifeng kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. At present, it seems that when the plane abnormality occurred, it was not piloted by the captain. Although he later controlled the control of the plane and failed to successfully save the plane, we agree with the captain's non-subjective factor."

The investigator sitting next to Lovens nodded and added: "Captain Qi is an excellent pilot, and we all know this very well. Although he did not turn off the autonomous driving and used manual control to save the aircraft, according to some data instructions in the last few minutes, I think he is taking some measures."

Everyone agreed.

However, at the forefront of the investigators of NTSB, the solemn blonde man looked down at the computer screen in front of him. After a long time, he spoke: "The pilot suicide factor is not completely ruled out."

The conference room suddenly became silent.

Levi Andrew calmed down: "Qi Zhifeng, this captain has a very proud resume. He is a very outstanding air force instructor in China. I really can't imagine why he did not turn off the autonomous driving. This is something a new pilot knows. According to the flight data chart, before the plane lost weight and fell into the sea, the captain had about five seconds to operate without external influence. This is enough for an experienced pilot." After a pause, he turned to look at Zhuo Huan, "patrick, what do you think."

Zhuo Huan was turning a pen in his hand, and the black metal pen was spinning between his slender fingers. He looked at Andrew and sneered: "So what I said is to eliminate human subjective factors of a certain meaning."

Levi Andrew's face was sank.

Lovens frowned: "What does this mean?"

Old Joseph smiled slightly: "Maybe you didn't understand what I said just now, my friend, I mean, the current investigation headquarters is tentatively ruled out that the captain directly kidnapped the plane and committed suicide. You have all heard that when the plane was abnormal, the captain was not in the cockpit at all, and the behavior of the two deputy captains was not suspicious. However, the subsequent pilot operations, due to data damage and other black boxes not being salvaged, we cannot know why they did not turn off the autonomous driving system. Therefore, two human reasons cannot be ruled out at present-"

"First, the captain still has a passive driving state. At this critical moment of saving the plane, he hesitated, and eventually caused an unbearable tragedy."

"Second, the pilot's non-subjective accidental mistakes. I don't need to explain this."

Everyone nodded clearly.

Lovens whispered a few words with Deputy Director Andrew, and he raised his head: "We agree with this point of view, too."

Old Joseph laughed: "Okay, then the next one is the most intuitive and objective reason." After that, Old Joseph looked at an investigator at NTSB, who immediately stood up and began to read the information he had reviewed and compiled: "Mai Fei F485 first flew in 2016 and entered the commercial field of civil aviation. Since then, as of last month, there have been four accidents in total."

"The worst time was Roger 318."

"The other three times, one was the pilot's fault, one was the repair error, and another happened two months ago, and no casualties were caused. The reason has not been fully investigated yet, but there are major speculations inside: it is related to the design of the aircraft's condensate tube."

"At present, there is only one condensate tube for the design of Maifei f485."

Old Joseph took over his words: "Yes, so the next two possibilities are parts damage and design problems."

An airplane is a huge and complex steel machine.

It is not surprising to call it a steel castle.

A civil aviation passenger plane consists of millions of parts, and even if the maintenance staff carefully inspects it every time, omissions may occur. Most omissions will not cause problems, or only cause irrelevant minor problems, and will be quickly repaired by ground staff. Only a very small number of omissions will lead to tragedy.

The aircraft gave these omissions some adjustable space when designing.

Air crashes seem easy, but they are actually very difficult.

However, the damage to the parts is definitely one of the suspicious reasons for Rogue 318.

Apart from that, it is a design problem.

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "No airplane can dare to say that he will never have an accident. No designer can design a perfect aircraft."

Fucheng looked at him quietly.

Under the white light, he looked calm, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him: "Full-free, these four words can never be equated with the plane. Maifei's f485's design must have flaws."

As soon as these words were spoken, the conference room was in an uproar.

Lina held her forehead helplessly. She was extremely glad that this was not at a press conference. Otherwise, as soon as Zhuo Huan said, the reporters would definitely add fuel to the fire. Tomorrow, they would see the news title "The Roger 318 Air Crash is actually due to design defects?!" on the headlines of major newspapers tomorrow.

Levi Andrew was silent for a moment: "This is one of the best aircraft at present."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him without responding.

But everyone present knows that praise from the enemy is the most sincere praise.

Zhuo Huan raised his chin to Mai Fei's ground flight team: "With possible design defects, can Mai Fei provide a f485?"

Mai Fei's staff discussed for a while and said, "Yes, Mai Fei will transfer a f485 from Los Angeles tomorrow."

When the old Joseph next to the projection screen saw Zhuo Huan stop talking, he took a deep breath and summarized: "That's the situation at present. The investigation team is divided into three groups. One group investigates the pilot's problems, one group investigates the parts problems, and the other group investigates the design problems of the aircraft itself."

Lovens: "In addition to that, we are continuing to calculate the exact landing location of the plane."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Huan looked back at him: "Has it worked?"

Lovens looked embarrassed: "There is not much progress, but there is already a certain direction."

Roger 318's first investigation headquarters meeting ended like this.

The McFlying personnel immediately mobilized the plane from the factory. The investigators of UAAG and NTSB did not waste any time, and they turned to their heads and devoted themselves to their work.

Taking a black box solved the confusion in many people over the past five years, but it also brought more problems.

Why did the airplane suddenly deflect to the right?

Why don't pilots turn off the autonomous driving system?

Everyone has a premonition that as long as these two problems are solved, Roger 318's mystery of falling into the sea can be solved.

Unlike the tense atmosphere at the beginning of the meeting, everyone packed up the information silently when the meeting was over, without much words.

Fu Cheng sat on the chair, raised his head and looked at the projection screen that had turned into a blue screen.

Zhuo Huan and Su Fei are discussing the repair technology of the black box. The punk boy is very sure that he can't repair it anymore, but Zhuo Huan hopes that he can repair more.

Su Fei collapsed and said, "It's useless if you change to a god!"

The people in the conference room left one by one, and in the empty and spacious room, there were only a few people from UAag.

Zhuo Huan tickled irritably: "If you can't repair it well, then continue fishing it out, there are still two black boxes left."

Old Joseph: "Reid, you're wrong. Why don't you say much about the whole plane's wreckage left, all under the sea. It's not easy to find two black boxes. Compared to the entire plane, they are too small and they are hit so hard that they don't know where they fly. Maybe they are not in the wreckage at all."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, then keep looking." He turned around and continued to look at Su Fei: "So much as possible, continue to repair."

Su Fei: "..."

"Is this a horse riding still a life for humans!!!"

The voices of his companions gradually blurred in his ears. Fucheng closed his eyes, as if he had returned to half an hour ago.

The familiar sound came from the rustling sound.

Many years ago, he had just entered the Air Force training camp, and this voice explained various flight knowledge to him.

Many years ago, this voice was also crying in the hospital, telling them that he was going to retire, he was going to make money, and he was going to support this family.

Is it the teacher’s fault?

Levi Andrew, deputy director of ntsb, still reserved his opinion.

Even Zhuo Huan and Old Joseph... they didn't say that it must be the pilot's fault.

But suddenly, a firm belief emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Over the past five years, he had doubted the commander he had trusted again and again, and was also upset about his swaying again and again. But at this moment, Fucheng suddenly felt...

"It has nothing to do with him."

"Which one."

Fucheng raised his head, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards him step by step.

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Hmm?"

Fucheng did not answer, but said, "Do you think it's a design problem?"

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment: "Have I said it?"

Fucheng: "No?"

After a long time, Zhuo Huan looked back at Su Fei who was pouring bitterness, as well as the old Joseph who comforted him and the lina who had been laughing. He whispered softly and said, "Didn't I tell you a year ago?"

"What have you said."

"From the beginning to the end, I always felt it was the problem with the aircraft itself. Whether it was damage to parts or design defects."

"Why?"

Zhuo Huan pointed to his head with his finger and said carelessly: "The intuition of the aircraft designer."

Everyone was exposed, and only the five uaag were left in the conference room.

The five people walked towards the gate of the conference room together, and Zhuo Huan turned around: "Today I worked overtime and extracted the cockpit recording to make it clearer. Have you heard of that recording yourself? What are they? Harvard graduates took out this semi-finished product?"

Su Fei stared straight: "Damn, do you know how seriously the black box was damaged, and how much effort did I waste to make it like this?"

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I don't know."

Su Fei: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "But you have to work overtime, and if you don't work overtime, you will be deducted from your salary."
To be continued...