Traffic is moving slowly on the Tokyo Bay Bridge. As a major transportation hub in the Tokyo metropolitan area, this bridge connects the east and west banks of Tokyo Bay. If you want to go along the coastal highway, it will take about a quarter of an hour longer than walking on the bridge.
However, precisely because it is too convenient, more than 70% of the traffic demand on the east and west banks of Tokyo Bay is placed on the Tokyo Bay Bridge, resulting in traffic jams on the Tokyo Bay Bridge during the peak commuting hours of the day.
Taking into account the time spent waiting in traffic jams, there is actually no difference in the time it takes to take the Tokyo Bay Bridge or the Coastal Expressway.
However, even so, many people still have a fluke mentality and think that they will not be unlucky enough to encounter such an extreme situation. As a result, everyone thinks so, which leads to the situation that there is basically no diversion on the Tokyo Bay Bridge, and it is often congested during rush hour.
For some reason, the bridge seemed even more congested today. At a glance, the bridge deck was packed with cars, as jammed as a parking lot. In a luxury car in the middle of the bridge, Japan Airlines President Nagano Hideki was sitting in the back seat of the car with great anxiety, looking out the window at the scene that was almost motionless, and a nameless anger rose in his heart.
In the passenger seat, the president's secretary was already sweating profusely. He leaned over and asked the driver in a low voice: "How long will it take?"
Not to mention the secretary, the driver was also extremely anxious, but how could he explain such a thing?
Before the driver could say anything, Nagano Hideki raised his right leg and kicked the back of the passenger seat, which really scared the president's secretary.
"There are still forty minutes left. If you delay the matter with Jiasu Airlines, you'd better submit your resignation voluntarily." Nagano Hideki snorted coldly.
The secretary's face turned pale. It took him seven years to climb to this position. If all his efforts were to be wasted because of a traffic jam, wouldn't he be so angry that he would vomit blood?
In fact, it was not that Nagano Hideki was too harsh, but he did have important things to discuss with Japan Air, the most important of which was the merger of Japan Airlines and Air Japan. Of course, this conversation was not successful, but Air Japan had a very strong sense of time, and if he was late, it would leave a very bad impression on the people of Air Japan.
Although my personal opinion is unlikely to have a decisive impact on the merger, this major merger concerning Japan Airlines' domestic market cannot have any possibility of taking any risks, not at all.
The secretary had a hard time speaking. In fact, for such a big thing, the secretary should have chosen the relatively safe Coastal Expressway. However, the problem was that a section of the Coastal Expressway was under construction, and the middle section was heavily congested. In addition, the time of travel was not the regular rush hour, so the secretary chose to take the Tokyo Bay Bridge.
As a result, due to problems with the Coastal Expressway, many vehicles that would have originally chosen the Coastal Expressway were forced to turn to the Tokyo Bay Bridge, causing the Tokyo Bay Bridge, which should not have been congested at this time, to become unusually congested.
Nagano Hideki took a few deep breaths and forced himself to control his emotions. It was really not worth getting angry about such things.
"Do you know why our domestic air route market share has been overtaken by ANA?" Nagano Hideki said sarcastically, "It's because of you useless bastards."
At this time, the secretary didn't dare to defend himself. He just felt anxious and said nothing.
Nagano Hideki loosened his tie and suddenly asked, "Has this year's domestic spokesperson been decided?"
The secretary was already so confused that she didn't even notice Nagano Hideki's question. When Nagano Hideki saw that the secretary didn't answer, he scolded her again. However, after the secretary mentioned the candidate for spokesperson, Nagano Hideki was furious again: "Another celebrity? ANA invited celebrities, and we follow suit? Don't you know what the effect of inviting celebrities was in the past two years? We must have our own characteristics, so that users can remember our characteristics immediately. Professionalism, what I need is professionalism!"
"But if we talk about profession, then... that's a pilot. So... should we choose one from the company? Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Perhaps because he was too nervous, the secretary spoke without thinking.
"I'm going to choose someone from the company's fleet. Who outside knows him? You're lucky you can tell." Nagano Hideki kicked the back of the co-pilot's seat again: "I need someone who can show enough professionalism, has a huge public recognition, and has no negative news."
The secretary broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. Isn't this an outrageous demand of wanting this, this, and more?
Who is the most professional? It must be the front-line pilots.
Who has a huge public recognition? The most direct one is the stars.
But first-line pilots are usually unknown, and the public rarely comes into contact with them, so how can they gain public recognition? And Nagano Hideki hates celebrities, which is a contradiction in terms, and has already overloaded the secretary's brain.
Seeing that the secretary fell into silence again, Nagano Hideki raised his right leg, but finally put it down. This kind of question was indeed too demanding for the secretary. In fact, even he himself did not have even a rough range of candidates.
"Forget it, I..." Nagano Hideki just felt a little stuffy, so he rolled down the window and looked outside to get some fresh air, but before he could finish his words, his whole body froze.
In Nagano Hideki's view, an ANA 737 in classic blue and white paint was flying low over the water of Tokyo Bay towards the bridge. Apparently, other people on the bridge also noticed this, and the originally orderly bridge was suddenly filled with car horns, urging the cars ahead to make way.
But obviously, in this situation, the speed of traffic will not be increased by honking a few car horns. At least there are still quite a number of people who don’t actually know what is happening, but just think that those people around them who are honking their horns are like crazy.
After finding it impossible to leave the bridge in a short time, some people in the middle of the bridge realized that the plane was heading for the middle of the bridge, so they didn't care about getting in their cars and simply abandoned their cars and ran to both sides of the bridge on foot. For a moment, chaos spread from the middle of the bridge like a plague.
Most people followed the crowd. After the first person abandoned his car and fled, the second and third followed closely. More and more people got out of the car and fled, and finally it affected people in non-central areas. The entire bridge fell into panic in a short period of time.
Of the three, Nagano Hideki happened to be the first to notice something was wrong. However, he was the calmest and just quietly opened the car door, appearing calm and steady. The driver and secretary were already terrified because they might miss an important meeting, and they were absent-minded. They didn't react until they heard Nagano Hideki opening the door.
"What's going on?" The secretary looked around and found chaos on the bridge. Many people were running to both sides, but he didn't understand why.
The driver didn't understand what was going on. The sounds of car horns blaring around him seemed like something big had happened.
Both of them knew something was wrong, but no one looked to the north, at the water of Tokyo Bay, until the secretary turned around and found that Nagano Hideki had gotten out of the car and was looking to the north.
The secretary came out quickly and just came to Nagano Hideki. Before he could say anything, he followed Nagano Hideki's gaze to the north from the corner of his eye, and then he collapsed to the ground. He saw a huge object close to the water surface, pressing towards the bridge. When the secretary noticed it, the plane was already close at hand.
Nagano Hideki pursed his lips tightly. He knew he couldn't run away at this moment, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid, because the plane was rushing straight towards the center. If it hit the bridge, they would be the first to be hit.
"Why is there a plane here?" Compared to Nagano Hideki's relatively 'calm' performance, his secretary was obviously a little out of control.
In fact, this is not considered a misconduct. No one can understand why a large civilian airliner would crash into a bridge at an ultra-low altitude.
The secretary wanted to run, just like the noisy crowd around him like headless flies, but he was completely frightened. His mind was still generating thoughts of escaping quickly, but his legs would not obey him.
While I was still in fear and anxiety, a little later, the large passenger plane that came from nowhere was already in front of me. The fuselage that was originally still blurry and I could only see the outline of it was now very clear that it was an All Nippon Airways plane.
Hideki Nagano just stood there, staring at the plane, even every detail on it was within his field of vision.
However, just as the 737 was rushing towards him like a mountain, Nagano Hideki's ears twitched slightly and his lips pursed even tighter.
"No engine noise?"
That's right, at this critical moment of life and death, Nagano Hideki could only hear the whistling sound caused by the huge fuselage of the plane squeezing the air, but there was no rumbling sound of the engine running. Among the many CEOs of Japanese airlines, Nagano Hideki is one of the few who truly understands management and technology. He knows that even if the throttle is pushed to the bottom and the engine is in slow gear, the engine is still running at high speed, but the speed is lower than other power gears.
Slowing down does not mean shutting down!
Why do maintenance personnel need to wear noise-canceling headphones or earplugs when sending an aircraft away? Because during the start-up phase of the send-off, the sound of the engine running may directly damage the maintenance personnel's hearing. During the engine start-up phase, the pilot will not increase the thrust to exceed the slow-speed thrust.
Even in such a situation, the engine noise was so loud, but now there is no sound at all.
Hideki Nagano seemed to know why the plane appeared here!
"No! He is not heading towards the bridge!" Nagano Hideki suddenly realized the problem. Instead of running to the sides, he rushed directly to the railing on the side of the bridge, where he could see the direction of the 737 more clearly.
"It's the bridge arch. He wants to pass through it."
At the moment this thought came to his mind, Nagano Hideki suddenly felt incredible. He didn't know the width of the central tunnel of the Tokyo Bay Bridge, but compared with the wingspan of the 737, the space didn't seem to be ample. Moreover, the speed of the plane was too fast, and it couldn't be deliberately slowed down like a car when passing through a narrow area to allow the driver to observe the distance left and right.
At the speed of the plane, passing through a bridge tunnel is just a matter of seconds, leaving no room for the pilot to adjust.
What's even worse is that before entering the bridge tunnel, the pilot actually has no reference and everything depends on feeling. Moreover, from Nagano Hideki's feeling alone, it is uncertain whether the 737 can pass through the bridge tunnel. Even if it can, the trial and error space provided to the pilot is extremely small.
For any rational creature, flying a 737 through the underpass of the Tokyo Bay Bridge would be a crazy move with almost no chance of success.
As a president who had one foot in the pilot's circle, in this unavoidable environment, he suddenly lost his fear of life and death, and even felt a desire to find out the end of this crazy plane.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Nagano Hideki to learn the result. Almost at the moment when Nagano Hideki had the idea, the 737, which was originally flying level, suddenly formed a slope and slightly deviated from the center line. Before Nagano Hideki could react, before approaching the bridge, the 737 took a reverse slope and returned directly to the center line, while smoothly passing through the bridge hole in a tilted posture.
It all happened so quickly that Hideki Nagano didn't even think too much, as if his brain was stuck at that moment.
He turned his head suddenly and looked towards the other side of the bridge, only to see the 737 that passed through the bridge make an incomprehensible swift turn and dive directly into the water, splashing water into the sky. One could even feel a little water vapor on the bridge deck.
Then, loud cheers broke out from the crowd around them, celebrating their escape from death.
Nagano Hideki's secretary was facing the 737 and was too frightened to react quickly. He only realized that his life was saved after everyone around him was immersed in the carnival.
His limp limbs regained their mobility all of a sudden. But before he could stand up, he felt someone grab his collar and then lift him up fiercely. Bewildered, he turned his head and found that it was Nagano Hideki.
"President...President?" The secretary suppressed her inner ecstasy and tried to behave more restrained under Nagano Hideki's cold gaze, but the confusion and bewilderment on her face could not be concealed.
Isn't escaping death the greatest joy? What's that expression on the president's face?
Under the secretary's puzzled gaze, Nagano Hideki suddenly grinned and his body trembled slightly, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
"Isn't the pilot in that plane exactly what we need?" Nagano Hideki suddenly said, "After this incident, with a little publicity, it will be able to gain huge popularity, and the pilot who can complete such an operation can no longer be described as professional. Isn't it very suitable? No, it fits my requirements perfectly."
"Hmm? Which one?" Obviously, the secretary couldn't understand what Nagano Hideki said at first, but soon he followed Nagano Hideki's gaze and looked at the ANA 737 that had already entered the water. His mind turned and he immediately understood: "President, are you talking about the one in the water?"
Nagano Hideki snorted: "What else?"
“But that’s ANA’s guy?”
Nagano Hideki said in an almost commanding tone: "Then dig him up here."
…
Xu Cang naturally didn't know that he had been spotted by the president of Japan Airlines when he made an emergency landing. At this moment, his eyes fell on Chesley Sullenberger in the crowd. It was still 2001. Eight years later, in 2009, this inconspicuous Chesley Sullenberger in the crowd would complete the extremely famous Hudson River Miracle in the history of civil aviation.
The prototype of the future Captain Sully was this Chesley Sullenberger.
Xu Cang nodded slightly to express his respect for this legendary pilot who will leave a significant mark in the history of civil aviation in the future.
In the crowd, Shalinberg had already seen Xu Cang looking at him, but he did not pay too much attention to Xu Cang, because Xu Cang was wearing casual clothes at that time, and he mistakenly thought that Xu Cang was just an ordinary passenger on the plane.
Salenberger took a taxi all the way from Haneda Airport and found a cordon around one of the piers. It was obvious that this was where the passengers would go ashore.
As expected, after waiting for a while, many coast rescue team boats gathered here, some of which were towing orange life rafts full of people.
Although the Airbus and Boeing life rafts were somewhat different, Schallenberg had seen Boeing's life rafts before and could tell at once that it was a Boeing 737 life raft, so he immediately squeezed to the front. As a pilot, he really wanted to see what kind of pilot could perform such a difficult maneuver as an emergency landing on water.
Xu Cang noticed that Shalinberg was not paying attention to him, so he also looked away and planned to go to the ambulance with Xia Shuyue. His left hand was stabbed through and soaked in water, but he couldn't leave any sequelae.
Just as Xu Cang looked away, he suddenly heard a loud howl from behind him, followed by a man's cry. Xu Cang subconsciously looked back and saw the soaking wet captain rushing towards him with tears and snot, still shouting: "Mr. Xu Cang, I thought you were dead, ahhhh!"
A man in his late 50s rushed over and hugged Xu Cang like a child, his crying almost drowning out the siren of the ambulance.
Xu Cang didn't mind being hugged by Xia Shuyue, but being hugged by a bearded, soaking wet man, Xu Cang was resisting both psychologically and physically.
Xu Cang pushed the captain's face away with his right hand, and said soothingly: "Okay, okay, I'm fine. Now I've confirmed it. Can you let go?"
Xu Cang was already very weak, and when he tried to push the captain away, he immediately felt stars in front of his eyes and could not even stand steadily.
Fortunately, Xia Shuyue was careful and immediately noticed Xu Cang's abnormality. She took the initiative to separate Xu Cang and the captain and hugged Xu Cang in her arms.
Xu Cang leaned in Xia Shuyue's soft arms, he could even hear Xia Shuyue's faint heartbeat.
The wet tips of Xia Shuyue's hair fell on Xu Cang's face, making him feel itchy. Xu Cang was so tired that he didn't even want to raise his hands, so he turned his face to the side and rubbed against Xia Shuyue's arms, trying to avoid her hair.
Xia Shuyue noticed Xu Cang's movements and looked down at him. At this moment, Xu Cang was like a baby, and it seemed that he could only get the most reassuring warmth in Xia Shuyue's arms.
After the two of them got into the ambulance, Xu Cang still rested his head on Xia Shuyue's thighs. However, before long, when Xia Shuyue looked down again, she found that Xu Cang had his eyes slightly closed, his chest rising and falling evenly, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
Xia Shuyue gathered her hair and lowered her head. Except for the time just now in the dark water, she had never been so close to Xu Cang. She could even feel Xu Cang's warm breath.
At this moment, she had an illusion that Xu Cang belonged to her.
In the crowd outside, Schallenberg saw a man in a captain's uniform hugging a young man and crying loudly, and he immediately felt incredible. At first, he thought it was this captain who completed such a shocking water landing, but after watching the actions of this man who seemed to be the captain, he began to express doubts.
Suddenly, he heard people talking nearby.
"Did you see that? The plane just flew directly through the central tunnel of the Tokyo Bay Bridge."
"Of course I saw it. I was at the shore at the time and saw it clearly. It crossed diagonally."
"Yeah, are ANA pilots so good? That's so cool. They must have a strong mentality to fly such a big plane under a bridge."
Schallenberg could understand Japanese. His heart tightened, and he immediately grabbed someone and asked, "What did you say? Did the plane just fly through the Tokyo Bay Bridge tunnel?"
"Yes, it's the bridge hole in the middle." The man looked at Shallenberger and felt proud when he found out that Shallenberger was a foreigner. "At that time, the plane passed right next to the two bridge piers. Our pilot is amazing!"
"Hey, how wide is the bridge tunnel? Can this be passed through?" someone nearby asked casually.
"Hey, I actually know that." An elderly man laughed and said, "Thirty-five meters. When this bridge was completed, it was big news. I remember it clearly."
"Thirty-five meters?" The man exclaimed, "Isn't the wingspan of the plane thirty-five meters?"
"It's 35.79 meters," said Shallenberg calmly.
Nowadays, there are very few aircraft that are not equipped with winglets, so it is very likely that the wingspan of the 737 is 35.79 meters. He also just heard someone mention that the plane passed through the bridge hole at an angle, which is a key piece of information.
"35.79 meters? How can the plane pass through?" The person next to him looked puzzled, but quickly realized: "So, the plane has to pass through diagonally. Wow, the pilot is really amazing, he can even think of this."
Shallenberg let out a long sigh and thought that this could no longer be described as amazing, it was simply terrifying.
After a moment of silence, Schallenberg called his friend at the FAA. Soon the call was connected, and Schallenberg immediately asked, "Tom, do you know anyone at JCAB?"
Just beyond the crowd, Guan Yueling and the managing director were standing on the shore, their eyes fixed on the Boeing 737 in the distance, of which only a slight vertical tail could be seen. Especially the managing director, his mouth twitched as he saw a plane worth tens of millions of dollars about to sink to the bottom.
Some parts of the aircraft can still be used after being soaked in water, but some can only be scrapped. If it is in fresh water, the situation may be better. However, the water in Tokyo Bay is basically seawater, which is tantamount to great damage to the extremely precise aircraft engines.
"Don't worry, we have contacted the salvage team. If salvaging is difficult, we will give priority to cutting off the engine and salvaging it." Guan Yueling seemed to know what the managing director was thinking and had even told him a solution.
The combined value of the two engines is more than half of the value of the entire aircraft, which is the absolute essence. No matter what, the aircraft engine must be preserved. As long as the engine is fine, the loss is acceptable.
In this regard, the managing director has great confidence in Guan Yueling's ability, otherwise she would not have been promoted to the president of ANA at this age.
At this moment, Guan Yueling's secretary ran over in a hurry: "President, the basic situation has been found out."
"What's the loss?" Guan Yueling asked calmly.
In comparison, the managing director was a little nervous. He was sure that the loss of this incident was definitely not as simple as a plane sinking to the bottom of the water.
"Flight 45 made its first emergency landing at Yokohama Airport, but an accident occurred during the emergency landing, and some FOD was left on the runway of Yokohama Airport, causing Yokohama Airport to be closed for a period of time. However, there were no other flights taking off or landing during that period, so the loss was not great." The secretary paused and said, "Also, I checked with the Coast Rescue Team, and after a preliminary headcount, no one on the flight died. One of the crew members was seriously injured, the chief steward, but his life is not in danger for the time being. Among the passengers, one was slightly injured, and it seems that the change in air pressure when the plane was decompressed caused the tooth filling to burst and bleed. In addition, Xu Cang of Spring Airlines was injured in his left hand, but his life is not in danger either. Finally, the hijacker was suspected to have been stabbed during the process of being subdued, and his injury was the most serious, and he is now being rescued."
"Good!" Upon hearing this report, the managing director clapped his hands vigorously: "As long as no passengers or crew members on the plane die, the situation is still under control."
As for the hijacker who was the most seriously injured and was still being rescued, the executive director didn't want to care at all.
"However, this incident caused Tokyo's airspace to be closed for 43 minutes, which had a huge impact. If the Civil Aviation Administration asks about it afterwards..." the secretary said worriedly.
In fact, in this incident, neither the temporary closure of Yokohama Airport nor the sinking of the All Nippon Airways Boeing 737 was the biggest loss. The biggest loss was the closure of Tokyo airspace. Even though it was only closed for more than 40 minutes, the direct and indirect economic losses it caused were definitely a considerable amount.
However, ANA does not necessarily have to pay back the money, after all, this is a necessary measure to deal with an emergency. But this also means that JCAB may be extremely strict in its investigation of ANA Flight 45 afterwards. If all procedures are in place, then everyone will be happy. But if there are major loopholes, ANA may suffer.
"Do you think this matter will be used by those people from Japan Airlines as a bargaining chip to attack us?" the managing director suddenly said.
He never hesitated to assume the greatest malice towards those people from Japan Airlines.
Guan Yueling let out a long sigh: "Looks like I need to go to JCAB for a visit."
After saying that, Guan Yueling suddenly narrowed his eyes and pointed to the tunnel of the Tokyo Bay Bridge: "I heard that the plane passed through that tunnel."
"Yes!" the secretary confirmed, "Many people witnessed it, so it must be true."
“Can this be passed through?” The managing director didn’t know how to fly, but even an outsider could feel the horror of this operation.
Guan Yueling sighed, "Xu Cang is indeed worthy of his reputation. You just said that his left hand was injured. Which hospital did he go to?"
"We have arranged to take him to St. Luke's Hospital with our crew," said the secretary.
St. Luke's Hospital is a very famous hospital in Tokyo, second only to the University of Tokyo Hospital.
Guan Yueling was very satisfied with the secretary's arrangement: "Not bad, let's go and see him."
…
Soon after Xu Cang and the more seriously injured flight attendant were sent to St. Luke's Hospital, Guan Yueling and the people from the Japanese Civil Aviation Administration came one after another. However, Xu Cang's left hand was stabbed through and needed surgery to suture the wound, which also involved nerve repair. It took a long time, so that people who came to see him were turned away.
Until the evening, Xu Cang's left hand surgery was considered to be preliminarily completed. The reason why it was preliminarily completed was that according to the doctor, Xu Cang's left hand injury was quite serious and he might need to undergo surgery later to fully recover. However, nerve repair surgery is very advanced and extremely complicated. Everything still depends on how Xu Cang feels about his left hand after the wound heals.
Xu Cang was a pilot, and he made his living by his hands. The problem with his hands made Xu Cang quite anxious. He couldn't fall asleep after eating a little at night. His cell phone was soaked in water and couldn't be used, but Xu Cang still contacted Spring Airlines through Guan Yueling, and then contacted Qin Xin to report that he was safe.
At that time, Qin Xin had already arrived in Hanjing, but she still missed the last flight to Japan. She was so anxious that she even considered whether to take a ship. Finally, after Xu Cang reported that she was safe, she felt relieved and planned to go to Tokyo tomorrow.
Compared to the injury on Xu Cang's left hand, there was no problem with other aspects. However, the injury on this hand alone was enough to make Xu Cang worried. After having dinner and reporting to Qin Xin that he was safe, Xu Cang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he put on a coat and wanted to walk on the balcony of the hospital to get some fresh air.
Xu Cang was staying in the VIP ward, and right outside was the small garden on the roof. It can only be said that St. Luke's Hospital was quite luxurious, and there was even a small fountain in the center of the small garden on the roof, which was truly amazing.
Xu Cang was originally upset, but after arriving at the rooftop garden, he finally calmed down a little.
After walking two steps inside, Xu Cang paused and suddenly saw a thin figure on the edge of the roof. She was wearing a light blue dress and had long black hair that fell like a waterfall, exuding a coolness like the glow of a silver moon at all times.
Perhaps because of the sound of footsteps, the figure seemed to sense something and slightly turned his body, revealing an extremely exquisite profile.
It was Xia Shuyue.
Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk. This poem seems to be the most appropriate description of the sparse moon in summer.
The silvery moonlight shines down, setting off Xia Shuyue's porcelain-white skin, which looks even more like jade. The soft facial lines are just like her gentle personality, like a clear pool, as if it can turn steel into something soft and smooth.
The night wind blew, and Xia Shuyue blinked gently. Her eyes were like black gemstones, shining with agility and purity under her long eyelashes. Her plump and full red lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth did not rise, but presented a sad and beautiful arc.
Flowers pile up to form cheeks, clouds move in the clear wind and envy the whiteness! Perhaps this is the description of Xia Shuyue's beauty at this moment.
Even Xu Cang couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when faced with this breathtaking beauty that was like a fairy under the moon.
Judging from her appearance alone, Xia Shuyue is probably the most stunning woman Xu Cang has ever seen.
"You're here. I was just about to go in to find you." Xia Shuyue retracted his gaze and continued to look into the distance, as if he was thinking about something, but there was also a sense of emptiness as if his thoughts were scattered.
Xu Cang collected his thoughts and walked to Xia Shuyue's side: "What are you thinking about?"
Xia Shuyue suddenly turned her head away, with a trace of indifference on her beautiful face: "Xu Cang, do you know when people are least confused?"
Xu Cang's heart suddenly trembled. Xia Shuyue usually called him brother, and rarely called him by his name. Although this was just a change in address, it clearly foreshadowed a change in Xia Shuyue's state of mind.
"Shuyue, what's wrong with you?" Xu Cang asked carefully.
There was a silver light dancing in Xia Shuyue's eyes, and the moon in the night sky was reflected in her eyes: "I am thinking about this problem."
Xu Cang frowned slightly: "Have you figured it out?"
"Yeah." Xia Shuyue nodded slightly, but seemed extremely serious.
Xu Cang asked tentatively: "What is it?"
Xia Shuyue did not answer immediately, but stared at Xu Cang quietly, and finally just sighed: "It's when you are about to lose."
Xu Cang's heart suddenly stopped, and he immediately understood what Xia Shuyue meant.
Suddenly, Xia Shuyue said again: "Brother, I want to learn how to fly."
…
The next morning, in front of the Japan Civil Aviation Bureau (JCAB) headquarters building, an unhappy special investigator, Yukio Nakamura, was driving away reporters who kept trying to get news about ANA Flight 45 from him.
The reporter wore a jacket, had no ID, held a recorder in his hand, had messy hair, and did not have the professional temperament of other reporters. However, Nakamura was most annoyed by this reporter, who was the most shameless journalist in Tokyo. For the first-hand news, he would surround others without limit, and even been reported several times, but he still did not change his bad habits.
"Mr. Nakamura, we have worked together so many times. If you could reveal some information about ANA Flight 45 this time, I would be very grateful." Reporter Fujido Tsuyoshi stuck to Yukio Nakamura like a dog-skin plaster, and he wanted to stuff the recorder into Nakamura's mouth.
Yukio Nakamura had indeed worked with Fujido Tsuyoshi a few times before, but even so, he still couldn't stand his style of doing things. Fujido Tsuyoshi didn't show any professionalism and restraint as a reporter, but instead acted like a news hooligan, and completely disregarded the most basic social distance between people.
"I told you, don't get so close to me." Yukio Nakamura pushed Fujido Tsuyoshi away roughly. Such a close distance made him feel a little uncomfortable.
In the end, Fujitang Gang still smiled playfully: "Give me some news, and I won't bother you anymore."
"I don't have any news. If you want to know about ANA Flight 45, wait for our press conference." Yukio Nakamura said irritably.
If we wait until the Civil Aviation Administration's public press conference, wouldn't it be too late? When Fujita Tsuyoshi heard this, he was about to approach again. As a result, the two of them had already reached the entrance of the JCAB building. Nakamura Yukio directly called the guard to block Fujita Tsuyoshi outside, so he was able to escape.
As a result, I walked in a few steps and heard Fujido Tsuyoshi's voice behind me: "Mr. Nakamura, if you change your mind, just call me, or I'll wait for you at the door and we can have a good chat in the evening."
Yukio Nakamura turned his head inconspicuously and found that Fujido Tsuyoshi had actually found a place to sit down at the edge of the flower bed at the entrance of the building, and it seemed that he was really going to keep watch.
If it were someone else, Yukio Nakamura really didn't think he would have such great perseverance. But for Fujido Tsuyoshi, everything went smoothly.
Even Yukio Nakamura, who was usually calm, felt a sense of distress in his chest after encountering this situation. He scratched his head and went into the headquarters building.
Just last night, the diving team had salvaged the flight data recorder and cockpit voice recorder of ANA 45. The flight data recorder needs to be decoded, and it will take some time for the technical department to interpret it, but the cockpit voice recorder can export data faster. Today, Nakamura is responsible for listening to the cockpit voice recorder to see if there is any important information.
Relatively speaking, this job is relatively easy, and with the help of his assistant, the workload is reduced by half.
As soon as he arrived at the cabin audio monitoring room, his assistant was already there. Nakamura pulled up a chair and sat down. On the table in front of him was a turned-on computer. On the desktop was an audio file that had just been exported by the technical department. It was the cabin audio of ANA Flight 45.
Since the cabin sound involves privacy, it does not need to be played publicly and can only be listened to with headphones. Of course, the cabin sound monitoring room is a restricted area, and even the staff in the bureau cannot enter at will, so wearing headphones or not actually makes no difference.
Nakamura yawned, and as soon as he sat down, he glanced at the audio file on the computer desktop: "The export is really fast."
"The technical department worked on it last night," the assistant said. "The flight data needs to be decoded. We can get it all translated this afternoon at the earliest. If it's slow, it will be done in the evening. There will be people on duty 24 hours a day in the technical department these days. If you have any questions, just go to them."
Hearing this, Nakamura laughed and said, "When did these lazy guys become so active?"
The assistant lowered his voice and said, "Director Changdao didn't go home last night and stayed in the bureau. How dare those people in the technical department neglect him?"
Even the top leaders of JCAB attach so much importance to it, so even if the subordinates don't want to, they have to put pressure on themselves.
"We have to whip them from behind." Nakamura snorted coldly, seeming to be very resentful of the technical department: "Have you communicated with the people from ANA?"
"We haven't communicated formally yet. Someone from ANA will come over when it's time to work." The assistant said, "However, ANA had already talked to the captain on duty last night and they have a general idea of ​​the situation and have given us feedback."
So the assistant repeated the captain's oral account of the incident as reported by ANA. ANA reported the incident in paper form, but since the content was quite long, the assistant only wrote down the outline and picked out some important contents to tell Nakamura.
However, it must be said that the assistant's ability to summarize is quite good. About twenty minutes later, Nakamura basically understood the cause and effect of the incident. Of course, this is just the captain's personal opinion, and it cannot be fully trusted, but it still gives us a glimpse of many things.
"So, our Japanese JCAB pilots didn't contribute at all to this incident, and all the credit goes to that CAAC pilot?"
Perhaps because he didn't expect Nakamura's approach to be so novel, the assistant was stunned for a long time before reacting: "Uh, it seems so."
Nakamura's face was gloomy: "Does Director Nagashima know?"
"The director seems to be in a bad mood. No one has dared to go to the director's office for a long time. No one knows what is going on now."
"Of course he is in a bad mood. A Japanese airline plane was hijacked by its own people in Tokyo airspace, and it only survived thanks to a foreign pilot. As the director of JCAB, he must be ashamed, it's strange that he is in a good mood." Nakamura sneered.
The assistant nodded as if he understood something. This was indeed not something to be thankful for.
"But speaking of this foreign pilot, I just listened to the cabin voice, and it seems that he said something..." As he spoke, the assistant handed the headphones to Nakamura: "You listen."
Nakamura was puzzled, but he put on his headphones anyway: "What's wrong?"
The assistant opened the audio file, but moved the progress bar slightly: "Listen."
Soon, a voice came from the headphones.
"Captain, did I open the door?"
"Open it!"
"Don't open it!"
"What did you say?"
"I said no!"
"But the captain said to open the door."
"I am Xu Cang, a first-level flight specialist of the International Civil Aviation Organization, with the number 41357. I am now in charge of this plane. Listen to my command, and do not open the door!"
"Mr. Xu, if we don't open the door now, the flight attendant's life will be in danger. Not only her, but other passengers will also be at risk. Are we just going to watch the people in the cabin behind us die?"
"Even if everyone on the plane is dead, you are not allowed to open the door!"
After the last sentence was said, Nakamura stopped the audio. He frowned and looked at his assistant: "Did that person say that?"
The assistant nodded: "Yes, that's what the CAAC pilot named Xu Cang said."
Nakamura was startled at first, then he rolled his eyes and smiled sinisterly, "Okay, well said!"