Conan: The Mechanic

"My God..." the technician murmured.

"What the **** is going on here?" Qian Yu asked in shock. "Did our engine react in any way?"

"A large amount of metal will not have this color, and a small amount of metal can't set off such a big fire." The boy and Conan walked into the cockpit together. After the boy saw the radar, his complexion changed slightly. "The radar doesn't show?"

"No," the captain frowned and looked at the boy. "The radar doesn't show anything."

"Then what's going on with these flashes?" the boy muttered.

"Speaking of which," the captain suddenly remembered something. "I asked you to check just now, what was the result?"

"There is no fire source," the boy shook his head. "Also, we suspect it's not the smell of burning sulphur, but pure sulphur."

"How much sulphur can make the whole plane smell of sulphur?" The captain frowned.

"It's very big, but I think—" Halfway through the boy's words, a display device on the dashboard rang frantically.

"Di-Di--" The alarms of the No. 3 engine suddenly started to sound, and then, the alarms of all the engines sounded.

"What's wrong?" Qianyu hurriedly came to the side of the cockpit and observed the four engines on the wings.

The two engines that were traced before and the two normal engines dragged a long flame!

There were exclamations from some passengers outside the cockpit.

"This is..." The boy narrowed his eyes, watching the burning engine. "The fuel tank is on fire or the four engines are backfired together."

"Damn it!" the captain cursed, and then ordered the co-pilot. "Issue an emergency distress signal!"

"The key now is how to deal with the fire," Conan said nervously, looking at the burning engine. "Once the engine burns out, we're all done!"

"Boom!" Just after Conan finished speaking, the speed of an engine suddenly increased, and the sound became louder.

"Is this about to explode?" Qian Yu pouted. "I think we can write a suicide note..."

"Woo-" After the engine with the faster speed reached a peak, it suddenly turned off--obviously it was overheating, causing the engine to crash.

"Deactivation countermeasures!" The captain immediately walked back to his seat quickly, and the co-pilot also sat in his seat. "Engine number four!"

"The No. 4 engine has stopped?" Qian Yu came to the No. 4 engine curiously, and she found that the No. 4 engine was damaged - the flame dragged by the engine had disappeared, and the engine count on the instrument panel had also returned to zero, obviously The engine is no longer working.

"Check power and equipment." The first officer began to report the required inspection items for the engine shutdown procedure.

"Ready." By the captain.

"The thrust lever?"

"closure."

"Activate the joystick?"

"closure."

After a lengthy engine shutdown procedure, all controls and energizing equipment for the No. 4 engine had been cut, and the aircraft was fully running on the three flame-dragging engines.

Soon, the plane didn't even have three engines.

"Engine No. 2 stalls!" the technician reported again—the trailing flames behind the No. 2 engine were gone, and the number on the instrument panel for the No. 2 engine went to zero like the No. 4 engine.

"Okay," the captain's voice contained a hint of helplessness. "Ready to initiate engine shutdown measures."

"Don't! Don't!" As soon as the captain finished speaking, the technician shouted in an altered voice. "Don't close!"

"Oh my God," Conan stared at the dashboard in astonishment.

"Really tempered at the same time..." The boy's expression softened slightly. "I'm going to see what's going on"

The same situation is completely different in the eyes of professionals and non-professionals.

Qianyu saw that the numbers of the No. 1 and No. 3 engines also returned to zero, which meant that the plane had completely lost power. He naturally thought it was a bad thing.

The teenager realized that the plane was not on fire because of the fuel tank - otherwise the plane would have disintegrated long ago. ——So the plane just had a backfire, and there is still a chance to deal with it.

"mayday! mayday! This is Qatar Airways flight QR211! Call the Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport Communication Center! (The only flight from Tokyo to Athens departing at night is Qatar Airways or Turkish Airlines, and Chhatrapati Shivaji The airport is Mumbai's airport.) We have an emergency!"

"Our altitude is 37,000 feet..." The captain took out a map from a drawer next to him. "The gliding distance of this aircraft is 16 times the altitude, which is about 170 kilometers. We must immediately turn to make a forced landing in Mumbai!" (The private Far East here has not yet approved the right of passage for this flight, so it can only go from the south of India. Passed, which means the plane is flying over the Indian Ocean.)

"This is the Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport Aviation Center! Do you have any problems?"

"My God..." The corners of Qian Yu's mouth twitched - should she speak Indian English? As weird as Japanese speaking Japanese English. . . No, Indian English is almost harder to understand than Japanese English!

"All four of our engines are broken!" The first officer hurriedly explained ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The current altitude is 3600, repeat, all four of our engines are broken! "

"Qatar Airways flight QR211, you lost the No. 4 engine?" However, the Indians obviously did not understand the first officer's distress signal.

"Qatar Airways flight QR211 called Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport Communication Center!" the first officer could only repeat once more. "All four of our engines are broken! The current altitude is 3600!"

"Qatar Airways flight QR211, you lost everything to protect the engine?" The Indians still don't understand what happened. (The two questions spoken by the Indians are similar in pronunciation to those spoken by the first officer, but their meanings are vastly different. All-four, all-for, a-four, these three meanings are much different.)

"These idiots don't understand what we're saying!" the co-pilot said angrily.

"We can only force a landing at Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport now," the captain sighed. "Co-pilot, continue to contact the tower, we will try our best to land safely."

"But now the smoke is getting heavier and heavier!" said the flight attendant who had just run to the cockpit door half a minute ago and heard these discussions. "There's already a commotion! Maybe we'll be suffocating before we land!"

"Don't worry," suddenly, the young man's confident voice appeared behind the flight attendant. "We can handle it."

"What?" The captain was stunned.

"I know what's going on," the boy smiled and showed a glass of water to everyone. "This is what I collected just now - not this glass of water, but the contents of the water. Look carefully at the bottom of the glass."

At the bottom of the cup, some powder lies on the bottom of the water.