dkrc Chapter 36 No rush, let them in.
Chapter 36 No rush, let them in.
Jinghu Lake.
After Chen Dong explained the solution to Li Chen, Li Chen remained silent for a moment.
He sat perched on the stone platform, his dragon whiskers swaying slightly, his golden vertical pupils sweeping over the two of them.
"Since we're going to put physical objects here, then let's put them here."
As Li Chen spoke, he gently raised the dragon claw.
A golden scale detached from the edge of his abdomen and floated in mid-air.
This scale is only the size of a palm, with a faint golden sheen on its surface and clear textures, each line looking as if it were naturally sculpted.
Chen Dong subconsciously reached out to catch it, but the moment he touched the scales, he froze.
weight.
This seemingly light scale is as heavy as a brick.
He used some strength to barely support it, and his arm sank slightly.
"this……"
Chen Dong looked up at Li Chen, "Lord Dragon Lord, this scale..."
"Just scraps."
Li Chen's tone was casual, "Every hundred years, some old scales of the original body will naturally fall off. This one was left two thousand years ago."
Wang Yijun stepped forward and reached out to touch the surface of the scales.
It feels cool to the touch, yet carries a warm scent.
The feeling was contradictory, yet strangely real.
"If we take this for testing, it should keep those experts busy for a while."
Wang Yijun withdrew his hand, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Whatever you say."
Li Chen closed his eyes again. "But let me make this clear from the start: although this scale has fallen off, it still carries my aura."
"If anyone tries to use it for any wicked or evil purposes, I will know."
Chen Dong's fingers tightened slightly.
He understood what Mr. Li meant.
This scale is not just a prop for display; it is also a warning.
"Rest assured, Dragon Lord, this scale will be strictly protected and will never end up in any place it shouldn't be."
Chen Dong said solemnly.
Li Chen didn't say anything more, and flicked his dragon tail gently, which was taken as his acquiescence.
The two carefully placed the scales into a specially made alloy box and turned to leave the island in the middle of the lake.
As Wang Yijun walked out of the base gate, he suddenly stopped.
"Old Chen, do you think if we took this scale for materials science analysis, wouldn't it scare the experts to death?"
Chen Dong glanced at him. "They won't be scared to death, but they'll probably question their existence."
The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.
Friday, 8 PM.
The entire Dragon Kingdom seemed to have been put on pause.
Traffic on the streets was noticeably sparse, and the CBD screens in major cities simultaneously cut off commercial advertising and broadcast the same signal.
CCTV-1.
Even the usually bustling internet cafes and barbecue stalls were eerily quiet at this moment.
Everyone was glued to the screen, waiting for the second episode of "The Secrets Deep in the Qin Mausoleum" to air.
The stirring and powerful opening theme ends, and the scene transitions to the next scene.
The camera was pointed directly at an object suspended inside a vacuum glass cabinet.
It was a golden scale the size of a palm.
Under soft lighting, it has a translucent texture, as if it were cast from the purest gold and crystal.
But what truly captivates the eye is the flowing halo on its surface, as if it possesses a vibrant, living rhythm.
The narration was delivered in a solemn voice that only state-run television stations could produce:
"After the first episode aired, the whole world was questioning: Do dragons really exist?"
"Today, we won't talk about myths, we'll only look at the evidence."
The scene suddenly changed.
The screen was split in two.
On the left is a close-up of the actual dragon scale, and on the right is a striking caption: [Scanning Tunneling Microscope (STM) Imaging - Magnification: 1000 million times].
At that moment, hundreds of millions of viewers around the world held their breath.
On the other side of the ocean, in CNN's live broadcast studio, special guest Wilson, a professor of materials science at MIT, stood with his arms crossed and a mocking smirk on his lips.
"It's that trick again."
Wilson shrugged at the camera. "I bet we'll see something like a crocodile or lizard's keratinous structure next."
"The Chinese are very good at making models, but they don't understand biology. The scale structure of reptiles cannot be faked; those rough stacks of proteins..."
Before he finished speaking, the image on the screen changed.
That's not a coarse stack of proteins.
It was a vast "galaxy".
Under magnification millions of times, the microscopic structure of dragon scales reveals a chilling geometric beauty.
Countless golden lines intertwine to form an extremely complex three-dimensional grid, and within each grid, there are even more intricate spiral structures.
They are not static.
Those microscopic lines seem to be breathing, and photons jump and shuttle between the grids, forming a perfect closed-loop energy circuit.
Wilson's sneer froze instantly.
He suddenly leaned close to the monitor, his nose almost hitting the screen, his blue eyes wide as bells.
"This...this is impossible..."
"Is this some kind of superconducting circuit? No, is this a crystal structure? No, that's not right either..."
Wilson stammered, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the screen, "What the hell is this? Carbon-based life forms couldn't possibly grow a structure that defies the laws of thermodynamics!"
CCTV's commentary came on at just the right moment, like an invisible slap in the face to all the doubters.
"This is not a simple stratum corneum; it is a highly ordered matrix of biocrystals."
"According to calculations by the Institute of Physics, Chinese Academy of Sciences, the energy circuit contained within this scale is more complex than the most advanced chips currently available to humankind."
"It does not belong to Earth's existing tree of biological evolution."
"It is a miracle of life, the end of evolution."
Finally, the commentator's voice became deep and sacred:
"Or rather, this is nature embodying the texture of the 'Tao' in the form of living things."
boom!
The Chinese internet exploded instantly.
The barrage of comments flooded the screen like a tsunami, and the server groaned in despair at that moment.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! All I can do, being so uncultured, is shout 'Holy shit!'!"
"Who the hell said it was special effects? Can your special effects team create this kind of fractal geometric aesthetic?"
"I cried, I really did. These patterns made me dizzy, but I felt something moving inside me... Could this be the awakening of my bloodline?"
"Don't dream about it, you have low blood sugar."
"@Professor Wilson, come out and take a walk? Didn't you just say it was crocodile skin? Does your crocodile skin contain a nuclear reactor?"
A dormitory at a university.
A physics PhD student, who was working late into the night on his thesis, was so engrossed in the microscopic images on the screen that he didn't even notice his pen falling to the ground.
"This doesn't make sense..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes burning with a fanatical fervor, "This closed-loop energy structure... completely solves the theoretical flaws of room-temperature superconductivity... If it's true, if it's true... even if I only decipher a corner of this pattern, I can win the Nobel Prize!"
He grabbed his phone and dialed his advisor's number.
"Old man! Wake up! Watch CCTV! Our research project has a chance!!"
……
Across the ocean.
The live stream fell into a deathly silence.
Professor Wilson slumped into his chair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
As a top expert in materials science, he understood better than the average person what that diagram meant.
Humanity's current technology simply cannot create such a perfect microstructure.
Just as primitive people couldn't build a lithography machine, this represents a difference in the level of civilization.
"Cut off the signal."
The director was screaming frantically into his headset, "Cut the signal! Broadcast's ruined!"
The screen went black.
But the seeds of panic have already been sown.
Twitter, Facebook, YouTube... on Western social media.
The hashtag "Dragon Scale" shot to the top of the trending searches at lightning speed.
Those voices that once clamored for "fake news" and "holographic projection" now seem pale and powerless.
If that dragon is real...
If China truly masters this biotechnology...
What about those countries that are still researching how to turn oil into plastic?
A primitive tribe?
……
Jinghu Lake, the island in the middle of the lake.
Li Chen looked at the frantically scrolling comments on the screen and, bored, turned off the tablet with his paw.
"A group of naive ordinary people who have never seen the world."
"That was merely a spiritual rune that I evolved during my Foundation Establishment stage to resist the Heavenly Tribulation."
Wang Jianguo smiled obsequiously from the side, but his heart was in turmoil.
...A single spiritual rune?
Can this piece of "garbage" really make scientists around the world question their existence?
What kind of being was the Dragon Lord at his peak?
"Alright, stop grinning like an idiot."
Li Chen glanced at him. "It's been a bit noisy outside these past few days. I don't like it."
Chen Dong, standing beside him, became serious. "Mr. Li, rest assured, the security level has been raised to the highest level. Not even a mosquito can fly in."
Li Chen chuckled.
Those golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, their gaze seemingly piercing through layers of mist, looking towards a corner at the foot of Mount Yufeng.
"Mosquitoes can't fly in."
"But some rats have already started digging holes."
Li Chen's voice was soft, with a hint of amusement.
"Interesting. It reeks of nauseating blood... Is it after my blood?"
Chen Dong's expression changed drastically. He was about to speak when Li Chen interrupted him.
"No rush, let them in."