I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The museum is called "Xianglong".

The name wasn't chosen by Luo Fei, but rather decided upon by Xiao Wan in the design plan.

Luo Fei didn't say anything when he saw it, which was taken as tacit approval.

Xianglong is a good name, much better than "Luofei Museum".

The latter sounds like a personal memorial, but he's only in his twenties, so it's really unnecessary.

He stood in front of the museum, looking up at the building, and his steps involuntarily paused for a moment.

The building in front of us is thirty stories high and streamlined, winding upwards from the ground, like a giant dragon breaking free from the earth's constraints and about to take off.

The exterior is silver-white and covered with a high-strength composite material that can be tinted. Under the sunlight, it shimmers with iridescent light—like the subtle luster of the inner wall of a mother-of-pearl, flowing with the changing angle of the sunlight. From a distance, it looks like dragon scales breathing gently.

The dragon head is located at the highest point of the building, corresponding to the observation decks on the 29th and 30th floors. The dragon's head is slightly lowered, facing southeast.

Luo Fei stood there for a while, then noticed a large crowd of people standing on the outer edge of the road, a dark mass that stretched halfway around the curb, numbering several hundred.

Some of them were taking photos with their phones, some were holding professional cameras, and some children were riding on their fathers' shoulders, shading their eyes with their hands and looking in this direction.

Someone was carrying a camera with the logos of several Chinese satellite TV stations printed on it. The cameraman had already taken off the lens cap and zoomed in on the building that had suddenly appeared.

The reporters kept saying into the camera, "Viewers, the building behind me is the one that suddenly appeared in Longhai City today..."

This place wasn't always like this.

Ten days ago, this land was surrounded by a wall. A layer of gray, opaque soundproof membrane covered the entire construction site, so that no sound could be heard or seen from the outside.

Occasionally, passersby would stop to take a look, and some elderly people would mutter, "What kind of construction is going on here again?" Delivery drivers riding electric bikes would only glance at it and then hurry away, without attracting much attention.

However, on the third day, some people began to feel something was wrong. Because inside that gray "cover," something was constantly growing taller.

It doesn't grow slowly, but changes every day—it's taller today than yesterday, and taller tomorrow than today, at an extraordinary speed.

Someone posted online that a "mysterious building" is under construction in Longhai City.

The replies below varied: "Could it be a lighthouse?"

"Longhai City isn't even near the sea, so why build a lighthouse?"

Others speculated that it was a "communication tower", "observation tower", or "military facility".

There are various accounts of this matter, but they are all just speculations.

After all, no one can go inside to find out what's going on.

Even when reporters went to take pictures, they could only capture the gray cover.

As for what's inside the cover, no one knows to this day.

Someone tried to fly up there with a drone to take pictures, but the drone automatically returned halfway up, not because it ran out of power, but because the signal was interfered with.

Civilian drones simply cannot get close to that area. After exchanging information on forums, drone pilots discovered that this was not an isolated case. All drones would turn around when they flew to the same location, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the way.

The soundproofing film was removed this morning.

The entire building was fully exposed to the morning light: thirty stories high, over a hundred meters tall, with a silver-white, streamlined dragon-shaped body coiled on the ground, its head raised, facing southeast.

Sunlight spills onto the dragon-scale-like facade, causing it to shimmer and flow with iridescent colors. From a distance, it looks as if a giant dragon has just descended from the clouds, resting there, not yet awake.

The news spread extremely quickly, and before the traffic police in Longhai City could react, the roads leading to the museum were already heavily congested.

The number of people who came to watch was much larger than expected. Some came by car, some by bus, some by electric bike, and some elderly people from the neighborhood came slowly with canes.

Everyone was asking the same question—"What is this?"

But no one could answer.

There were no signs or written explanations on the exterior walls of the museum.

Reporters arrived earlier than ordinary citizens. Several provincial TV stations' live broadcast vans were already parked across the street, satellite antennas were set up, and photographers carrying cameras weaved through the crowd, searching for the best shooting angles.

A female reporter stood in front of the camera, microphone in hand, with the silver-white dragon-shaped building behind her. Speaking in standard Longhai dialect, she announced: "Viewers, I am currently in the new urban area of ​​Longhai City. As you can see, this building behind me appeared suddenly in the last ten days. According to information we obtained from the planning department, this land originally belonged to a private museum, but it was recently acquired by a mysterious owner."

"As for who the owner is, there is no definite information yet. Is this a commercial project or a government project? Is it an observation tower or a research facility? There is currently no official statement."

The camera panned across the crowd; some were taking photos, some were recording videos, and some were gazing up at the dragon head on the rooftop with their mouths slightly open. An elderly man in a sanitation worker's uniform stood at the very front of the crowd, his bright orange vest standing out vividly in the sunlight. He held a broom and dustpan in his hands, but had already stopped what he was doing and was simply standing there gazing.

A young woman was live-streaming on her phone, her voice louder than anyone around her: "Family members! Look! It really is a dragon! Not a sculpture, the entire building is shaped like a dragon! Look at those scales, they even change color!"

The scrolling text on the phone screen was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the actual content.

The perimeter was cordoned off, not by the police, but by the museum's own security system. Xiao Wan automatically raised the bollards at the entrance after the system was activated.

Silver-white metal pillars rose silently from the ground, forming a neat low wall.

People were just taking pictures from the outside; no one tried to climb over.

This is not because of the presence of the cordon, but because the building itself gives people the feeling that "one should not approach it casually".

Luo Fei walked into the lobby on the first floor and glanced out through the glass curtain wall. More and more people were gathering in the square outside, and the cars on the road were stuck in traffic. Horns were blaring everywhere, but they could not be heard at all in the lobby with its excellent soundproofing.

He turned around and faced the interior of the hall.

Xiao Wan's voice echoed in the hall, coming from some kind of speaker, but the sound quality was excellent, like a soft whisper in one's ear.

"Captain, the museum has thirty floors above ground and three floors below ground. The third floor below ground houses the core artifact storage and security control center. The constant temperature and humidity system has been tested and is maintained at 20 degrees Celsius plus or minus 0.5 degrees Celsius and 50% plus or minus 5% humidity year-round."

Luo Fei noticed that the hall floor was made of microcrystalline stone, which was dark gray and had a soft luster, similar to terrazzo but more delicate and durable.

The ceiling is about ten meters high, equivalent to the height of a three-story ordinary house, and the view is so open that you want to take a deep breath.

Looking up, you can see a three-story corridor and a cantilevered viewing platform. The silver-white metal railings have simple lines, and the glass railings are so transparent that they seem not to exist.

Directly opposite the main entrance is a huge feature wall, also silver-white, with no text on it.

Xiao Wan said that the name or logo of the venue could be projected or embedded on it, but Luo Fei hadn't decided what to do with it yet, so he left it blank for now.

Xiao Wan continued, "The first floor houses the reception hall and a temporary exhibition hall, with a total building area of ​​approximately 9,000 square meters. The temporary exhibition hall is used to host various special exhibitions, and its temperature and humidity control system is the same as that of the warehouse."

Luo Fei walked around the hall, his footsteps echoing in the empty space, the soles of his shoes making a slight friction sound as they stepped on the microcrystalline stone floor.

He walked to the entrance of the temporary exhibition hall and glanced inside. The space was large, and the lights were not all on, with only a few basic lights on, but it was enough to see the whole picture. The gray floor reflected a soft and non-glaring light when the lights shone on it.

He turned and walked toward the elevator.

The elevator doors are made of stainless steel, and a touch screen is embedded in the wall next to the doors.

This is not an ordinary touchscreen, but a holographic projection panel based on spacecraft technology that only lights up when someone gets close.

Luo Fei walked over, and the screen lit up, displaying a list from one to thirty floors.

He selected "basement level three," and the elevator doors opened silently.

It's much more spacious inside than a regular elevator, and there are no buttons or handrails.

The third basement level is the core cultural relics storage area.

The door was made of alloy, silver-gray, and as thick as a bank vault door, but its opening and closing mechanism was much more advanced than that of a vault door. It was fully automatic and required no turntable or key. As Luo Fei walked over, the door recognized his identity and opened automatically.

The warehouse is a huge space with rows of high-strength display cases neatly arranged. The display cases are transparent with normal glass thickness and extremely high light transmittance, making it almost impossible to feel the presence of the glass.

Each display case is equipped with an independent constant temperature and humidity system and security sensors, which will automatically adjust if the temperature or humidity is slightly abnormal.

Xiao Wan's voice rang out in the warehouse: "The three underground floors have a total construction area of ​​30,000 square meters, of which 24,000 square meters are for the cultural relics warehouse, and the rest are for the security control center, equipment rooms, and staff passageways."

"The warehouse has a total of 62,000 display cases, and the height and partition position of each display case can be adjusted according to the size of the cultural relics."

Luo Fei took the elevator back to the first floor, intending to start from the second floor and visit each floor one by one.

Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, a discussion about him was taking place in a conference room in Kyoto.

Director Qin sat on one side of the long table, opposite several officials in charge of finance and auditing.

Several documents were spread out on the table. The top one was a printed list of expenses, with densely packed items and numbers, like a swarm of ants huddled together.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses pushed the list in front of Director Qin, pointed to one line of numbers, and said, "Director Qin, isn't this amount a bit too high?"