Chapter Forty-Three: The Mysterious Bermuda

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Chapter Forty-Three:
How did the plane disappear? What connection is there between Bermuda’s mysterious incidents and that stone? How is it related to that gun?
It was as if Yueyue could read minds—she somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. She said, “These mysterious disappearances have finally made progress under our research. And I believe, if we cooperate sincerely, we can surely unravel the answers you seek.”
“Cooperate?” I blurted out. This was practically my first meeting with Yueyue, and I had no idea what kind of cooperation she was referring to.
“That’s right,” Yueyue said. “The mysteries of the Terracotta Army, and this gun—if your country continues to investigate on its own, it would take at least fifty years. But our organization has already delved into a history of over a hundred years. If you can provide the relevant data, and we share our resources, I believe unraveling these mysteries wouldn't be difficult at all.”
Yueyue’s intention was clear: she wanted us to share the information she needed, such as the data on the mysterious pistol, the stone, and all records from the excavation of the Terracotta Army.
All these materials were top-level state secrets. To leak them would be tantamount to treason, a crime so grave that one could be executed on the spot without further ado.
Yueyue surely understood this—so why did she deliberately bring it up? And why had she chosen us?
No, if it were just me, that would be one thing, but to choose Ren Tianxing as well—clearly, Yueyue and her people had been planning this for a long time. I had thought Ren Tianxing would refuse outright, but to my surprise, he burst out laughing and said, “That depends on what information you’re offering us. It seems, Miss Yueyue, that you had already planned to invite the two of us here with this gun. And the story you want Changfeng to tell is not as simple as it seems, is it?”
Yueyue smiled and said, “Brother Ren’s style is still not as good as Brother Changfeng’s. Why don’t you listen to the rest of what I have to say before making a judgment?”
I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. I hadn’t expected this girl to seize every opportunity to poke fun at others, just as I did. I chuckled, “Miss Yueyue, don’t mind this fellow, please continue.” Ren Tianxing’s handsome face turned purple with indignation at my words, but Yueyue deliberately interrupted before he could retort and continued her story.
“Each of these cases has a history of decades, some over a hundred years. We invested enormous manpower and resources to gather every piece of information related to Bermuda for scientific analysis.”
“Finally, among this data, we found an extremely valuable clue.” Yueyue, like a tour guide, launched into a lengthy account of the mysterious Bermuda, and both Old Ren and I dared not interrupt, afraid we might miss something. Her captivating voice and the mystery of the events made the hours slip by unnoticed.
When Yueyue mentioned the valuable clue, my heart skipped a beat.
In the early 1980s, the Supper Organization undertook the largest-scale research in history on Bermuda, investing over ten billion dollars in exploration and tracking over the course of three years, yet found nothing of value. Ten billion dollars was equivalent to the total annual income of a small- or medium-sized developing country at the time—a testament to the organization’s immense resources.
In the late 1980s, someone in the organization proposed a method: to sift through all available Bermuda-related data like panning for gold. The method was scoffed at by many, but ultimately it proved to be the most effective.
Perseverance paid off, and finally, someone found a clue: the only survivor.
According to records, in 1966, a seasoned sailor named Henry experienced a maelstrom of dizzying chaos. He managed to escape from the thick fog, and was the only person ever to survive Bermuda.

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After six months of investigation, Supper located Henry's descendants. They produced Henry’s journal, which described the experience as follows:
The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with only a few white clouds and seagulls soaring aloft—weather that promised several days of fair sailing. As I piloted my ship through the Bermuda Triangle, I noticed the compass needle swinging wildly, eventually spinning a full 360 degrees—a phenomenon I had never witnessed. Looking up, I saw that sky, sea, and horizon had merged into one; in an instant, darkness swallowed the world. A thick fog swept across the water, and a powerful force began to pull at my ship—like a claw reaching from hell, intent on dragging us down.
I soon realized that the once-calm sea around my vessel had formed a whirlpool. A dark cloud overhead was sucked down into the eye of the vortex, as if a column of air connected it to the heavens. Thunder cracked, lightning flashed, and the entire scene was utter chaos—a vision of hell itself.
We fought desperately to keep control; the ship pitched and rolled, throwing many overboard. I spent every ounce of my strength and finally broke free from the fog. When I came to my senses, the sea around Bermuda was an unusual milky white, and all was calm once more.
The account was not especially detailed, but it was gripping. As Yueyue read it out, she repeatedly emphasized the word “hell”—perhaps because it was specially marked in the original.
Supper’s members, based on Henry’s descendants’ description, pinpointed the location of the strange occurrence and used satellite surveillance to monitor it around the clock.
Later, one of the organization’s members, while sorting through archives from over a decade earlier, discovered a stunning document.
The file was a transcript left by a Supper scientist, though why it had been hidden so inconspicuously was a mystery in itself.
Yueyue summarized the contents:
The transcript read:
April 7, 1977—clear skies.
My organization secretly dispatched three of us, along with scientists from Germany, Russia, and Korea—a total of fifteen—to explore Bermuda. We used state-of-the-art diving equipment for underwater research in the Bermuda Triangle.
Satellite imagery predicted a dark cloud would pass over Bermuda that day, and analysis showed that this omen matched those preceding mysterious disappearances decades earlier.
The organization had assembled an elite team from several countries, hoping to observe underwater phenomena at the critical moment and perhaps make a breakthrough.
After diving, to prevent being swept away by a whirlpool, we anchored ourselves with lead weights to the coral rocks below.
Gradually, the moment drew near; everyone was excited and eager.
The fish swimming past us regarded us with curiosity, their scales and eyes reflecting the light like stars.
It was like paradise, and we were all enchanted by the beauty of this world.
Then a thunderclap jolted us back to reality.

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Within half a minute, the bright sunlight disappeared. Lightning split the sky, striking straight down into the water.
Half of our fifteen-person team were killed instantly by the electric shock. The ocean boiled, churning with whirlpools that swept from south to north, like a parade of tornadoes repeatedly passing below.
After the tornadoes subsided, the sea calmed, and light returned to the darkened depths.
At that moment, we saw all manner of marine life swimming in a single direction. Both fearful and curious, we followed at the tail of the school and found it. Oh, heavens, it was unbelievable.
We discovered a pyramid larger and taller than the Great Pyramid of Khufu, and at its peak stood a structure resembling a temple. Who could have built it? For what purpose? And how was such a pyramid constructed beneath the sea?
The transcript ended here, leaving only these questions. This was no mere story, nor was it fabricated. After finding this document, Supper investigated the personnel involved and confirmed the mission in the classified files of the United Nations. The dates matched perfectly.
In other words, there was no possibility this record was a fake.
That Yueyue could recount all this showed she knew the reason. It was astonishing that her organization had uncovered the cause behind such a mystery.
Supper had truly done their homework, and in the end, found two valuable leads. The three of us sat in silence. Yueyue seemed to be testing our patience, watching us closely to hear our thoughts.
A pyramid beneath the waters of Bermuda—this was truly shocking. Pyramids were already mysterious enough, but now, to add one beneath Bermuda and larger than Khufu’s—the news, if revealed, would make Bermuda the center of global attention again. With today’s technology, research into Bermuda would have a clear advantage over the past.
These two incidents seemed unrelated: one happened in 1966, the other in 1977, eleven years apart. Yet, upon closer analysis, they shared a common feature.
Every time the Bermuda Triangle exhibited its mysterious pull, the weather would change abruptly. First, the sky would blacken in an instant, followed by thunder and lightning. When it ended, the sea surface would turn milky white. Most importantly, a massive whirlpool would form.
When I pointed out these commonalities, Ren Tianxing nodded in agreement, but with a perplexed look, he said, “For a whirlpool to form on the seabed requires immense force, but there was no sign of anything beforehand. It was as if the power came from nowhere—utterly impossible.”
“The formation of a whirlpool is much like that of a tornado. A tornado is born from thunderclouds, and, strictly speaking, is a localized release of a small fraction of the thunderstorm’s vast energy. The formation of a whirlpool also requires enormous energy—far beyond human capability to control,” Old Ren observed, raising this doubt for the first time.
Yueyue smiled, knowing that Ren Tianxing was finally intrigued. Her first step had succeeded. Not only Ren Tianxing, but even I was drawn in—this century-old mystery, and this young lady actually knew its secret.
Whether the mystery was solved or not was merely an explanation to ordinary people, but to us, it involved much more. I didn’t really care how mysterious Bermuda was, but Yueyue’s implication that the enigma of Bermuda was likely connected to those incidents in Xi’an—that was what piqued my interest.