I'm Sixty-Seven This Year, I've Earned Tens of Thousands of Collections in Vain, How Could I Have One Like His?

Shen Le internally ranted like mad. He kept up an interested smile and nodded slightly. "May I take a closer look?"

"Of course, of course." The old white man's smile widened. He gestured for the security staff to open the display case and let Shen Le approach the bronze figure.

Shen Le opened his backpack. First, he took out a magnifying glass and carefully inspected the minute casting marks and rust on it. Then he pulled out a handheld XRD diffractometer to examine the compounds on the bronze figure's surface.

He stood on tiptoe, crouched down, circled around it, and examined it in detail. The only things he did not do were hug the bronze figure to weigh it in his arms or pounce on it and give it a lick—those were, of course, forbidden. The one absolute rule was that he could not directly touch the exhibit.

In truth, Shen Le was only putting on this inspection for Anderson and the other museum staff, proving that he really was a professional:

Inside the Ancient Residence on the bracelet around his wrist, the bronze chime bells had long been softly ringing, identifying the bronze figure. It was this one! This one! This one!

Shen Le went back and forth, examining one bronze figure before moving on to the next. As he looked, he quietly asked in his heart, "Qing Deng, have you confirmed the locations of every sensor and every camera in this museum?"

[I found them ages ago! Every single one! Don't worry—if we really make a move, I can cut off every sensor and all external detection in an instant!]

"Huang Yutong, have you found any devices in this museum meant to detect spiritual power?"

[Yes, and quite a few.]

The Ancient Residence answered