Shadow Bride

Su Xingyu said: "I am not a mechanic, I am a photographer, but I have a way."

The stewardess was full of skepticism: "Miss, this is really not a joke. The situation is already urgent enough. We really can't interfere with the captain's work at all."

Lu Shifeng raised his head, looking straight into the flight attendant's eyes with sharp eyes: "I am Lu Shifeng, the executive director and president of the Edge Group. Believe me, she really has a way."

Lu Shifeng, President of Edge Group!

Astonishment flashed across the stewardess's face. I didn't expect to meet such a pivotal person on this plane! Fortunately, she was a first-class flight attendant, and she quickly recovered her composure. At this time, she didn't doubt that Lu Shifeng's words were false. She nodded and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go to ask the captain."

She turned and left.

After a while, he walked back to them quickly: "The captain asks both of you to help."

Su Xingyu quickly unfastened his seat belt, and with the help of Lu Shifeng and the stewardess, he took out the box on the luggage rack, opened it, and took out the shot of the HannStar Research Center who asked her to bring her back to the headquarters. Fortunately, except for the camera. In addition, they also equipped a camera easily, otherwise she would cry without tears just holding a lonely lens.

She assembled the lens on the camera in threes or twos, and entered the cockpit with Lu Shifeng.

This is the first time she has entered the cockpit of an airplane. The space filled with dashboards is full of technology and industry. Looking out from the glass window in the front of the cabin, you can see the vast sky and the city not far away as large as a toy model. Buildings. The captain, the deputy captain, and someone about an engineer were there, and everyone looked serious and the atmosphere was very solemn.

Su Xingyu hurry up: "I have a way to measure the relative distance between the plane and the ground. I use this 1000 focal length camera lens to focus on the ground, take photos, and calculate the distance based on the focal length data shown in the digital photos and other values."

The captain asked her: "How sure is it?"

Su Xingyu said: "The accuracy of light theory is about 90%."

This is already a very high probability, and it's totally worth the fight. The captain nodded and asked another question: "The aircraft's speedometer also failed. We can't estimate the real-time flight speed. Can you help us measure the speed based on the flight altitude and time?"

Su Xingyu said: "As long as you provide the correct formula, I can." After thinking for a while, he added, "But if I don't have a good mental arithmetic, I need a calculator."

"We don't have a calculator," said the engineer who had been silent in the cabin. "It broke when it was bumped."

Su Xingyu: "..."

Lu Shifeng next to her asked, "Can you keep up with the writing speed?"

Su Xingyu is very embarrassed: "My writing speed is very slow..."

The captain also said: "During the landing of the aircraft, the descent rate needs to be constantly adjusted and changed, which means that the requirements for real-time data are very high, and the speed of normal people's written calculations cannot keep up.

"But we have no other way now." Lu Shifeng said.

"Yes, there is no other way." The captain was silent for a moment and also said.

Lu Shifeng made a decision: "Let Xing Yu take pictures, you continue to fly the plane, give me the formula, and I will be responsible for the calculation."

The captain took a deep look at him, and didn't ask if he could do it or not. At this juncture of life and death, they are all grasshoppers on a rope, and he understands that Lu Shifeng will do his best.

The captain connected to the ground tower, explained the current situation concisely, and asked to enter the scene.

At the same time he added: "Get ready for fire trucks and ambulances."

This is the worst plan.

The atmosphere in the cabin became serious again, and everyone looked serious and concentrated.

Su Xingyu borrowed paper and pen and wrote to Lu Shifeng the formula for converting the focal length to the actual distance, and the co-pilot's co-pilot also wrote him the descent rate formula.

The captain and the deputy captain drove the plane to the direction of S City Airport. Su Xingyu picked up the camera and pressed his body against the porthole, using the ultra-long-distance lens of 1000 focal lengths to aim at a lighthouse on the sea outside the porthole, with a click. Take a picture. Almost at the same time as the clicking sound rang out, she reported to Lu Shifeng the data such as the focal length and the included angle.

Lu Shifeng immersed himself in the calculations on the paper, and immediately reported the altitude within a few seconds: "4,300 feet from the ground."

The captain thanked him, adjusted the angle of the nose, and carefully descended for a while. The moment the descending stopped, Su Xingyu took pictures of the scenery outside the porthole again.

Lu Shifeng pinched the countdown function of the expensive watch on his wrist, and calculated the descent height based on the focal length and included angle she reported again, combined with the descent time this time, and then calculated the descent of the plane based on the altitude difference between the two times. speed. His cold and steady voice rang in the cabin, reporting the rate of descent to the captain.

The captain was extremely excited: "Really works!"

The atmosphere in the entire cockpit suddenly improved. Everyone hopefully tested it several times to prove that the formula and data were correct. A heart hanging in the air more or less fell to the ground.

"We will go back alive." Lu Shifeng's voice was still steady, he glanced at Su Xingyu and said.

Su Xingyu's hand holding the camera was full of cold sweat, but when he heard the voice that seemed to be in control of everything, it seemed that he was relying on it unknowingly.

The plane finally arrived near the airport and was officially ready to approach.

The captain contacted the tower to prepare for the descent and turned the nose to aim at the runway.

"We will succeed." He said.

"It will be successful," everyone said.

Su Xingyu raised the camera more intently than before, aimed at the scenery outside the window, shooting, adjusting data, adjusting data, shooting again and again...

She only felt that the brain was empty, and the platform was clear, as if all the distracting thoughts were far away from her, and her eyes were filled with only the camera in her hand and the group of cold mechanical data. She and Lu Shifeng cooperate very well, always giving new data just right when he finishes the calculations. She doesn't know why the two have such a tacit understanding. Maybe humans have such an instinct to do their best in the midst of a disaster.

The airport below is getting closer and closer...

Su Xingyu reported the last set of data and released the camera in his hand.

There are still about two or three seconds before the official landing. She knows that it is too late to give another set of data.

She closed her eyes, hoping that God would be nice to them. She didn't want to die yet, she wanted to take a good look at this gorgeous world, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her husband...

Suddenly, she felt a strong arm pulling her into her chest.

She smelled the faint, familiar breath on his body, it was he who held her tightly in his arms and protected her with his body.

Then, a huge collision came from the ground.