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It was deep in the night when Feilbolai stepped out of the gas tent, treading on the pristine white snow, and quietly arrived at the Golden Tower.
Using the bright moonlight, Feilbolai circled the edge of the tower, carefully observing the Golden Tower before him. He noticed a small door located in the middle section of the tower. He paused beneath the Golden Tower and observed for a while; based on his intuition, he recalled his research before coming here and thought to himself: "This must be the door to the hollow room mentioned in the materials, located in the middle section of the Golden Tower."
He decided to enter through that small door in the middle of the tower he was gazing up at, using the Chief Golden Finger on his index finger to try to open it.
Thus, he ascended the stairs of the Golden Tower, then along the wall, stepping carefully on shallow stone protrusions. Feilbolai cautiously arrived at the small door along the edge of the tower. Pointing his Golden Finger at the small door, it indeed opened automatically. This made Feilbolai ecstatic, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It seems my father's Chief Golden Finger is truly remarkable; it can pass through any forbidden place."
As soon as Feilbolai entered the Golden Tower, a wave of warmth greeted him, and lights turned on, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day. A shadow lamp above him shone down upon him like a ghostly figure closely following him, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Just as he was looking around for various simulated colored light buttons on the hall's walls that flickered suddenly, a smiling Guide appeared on the wall directly in front of him. In a sweet voice, it said:
"Dear visitor, welcome to Elysian Spire. How may I assist you?"
Feilbolai responded loudly: "I have important matters to discuss with Master Felkanqiao!"
The Guide still wore a smile and replied: "I'm sorry, dear visitor, but we do not have anyone by the name of Fei Er Kang Qiao here."
Feilbolai angrily retorted: "You're lying! This morning your Wanderers told me that I needed to make an appointment in advance to see him. Now you say there is no such person."
The Guide maintained its smile and said: "Dear visitor, whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you. However, as a kind reminder, it would be best for you to leave through where you entered."
The arrogance of Feilbolai flared up again as he said angrily, "What if I don't want to go out?"
"Then, esteemed guest, it can only be as you wish." The screen on the wall disappeared, and the lights in the entire hall went out, plunging everything into darkness. Only a single spotlight remained lit, casting a round glow over Feilbolai, making him feel as if he were performing alone on a vast stage, which instantly brought his mood to a low point.
Feilbolai, unwilling to accept this situation, randomly tapped with his Golden Finger, but there was no response from his surroundings. He had no choice but to feel along the wall in search of a button to open the door. To his disappointment, the walls were smooth and devoid of any buttons. He knocked with his hands and kicked with his feet; the walls were solid and impenetrable. After several hours of struggle, he was utterly disheartened and shouted loudly:
"Is there anyone in here?!!"
Unfortunately, only his echo answered him; no one responded. Suddenly, the button light by the small door he had entered lit up with a green glow, accompanied by a voice: "Please leave this place immediately! Leave this place at once!! Otherwise, the consequences will be severe; you will remain here forever!!"
"Fine! If I have to stay here, then so be it! Let's see what you can do to me!" Feilbolai's temper boiled over completely as he slumped against the wall and refused to move.
A minute later, the green button light went out, and indeed the exit door closed. Only a single spotlight remained with him in the pitch-black room, giving Feilbolai a slight sense of existence. Feeling bored, he occasionally shouted to assert his presence, but no one responded. After more than ten hours of this torment, he was utterly exhausted and curled up against the wall to sleep.
When Feilbolai woke up, everything was still dark; he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Despair washed over him as he realized that no matter how much he struggled in the room, no one would respond to him. He felt angry, anxious, tired, and hungry—experiencing such a situation for the first time since his birth. He howled in despair countless times, but no one showed him any pity.
After an unknown number of hours had passed, Feilbolai finally could not hold on any longer and fainted in the room.
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