C52 The Clue of the Key Fragment
On September 11th, the weather was perfect—crystal clear skies without a cloud in sight. Gu Xian stepped out the door right on time, only to be taken aback by the bustling throngs of people on the streets. Flying cars zipped through the air, their horns blaring nonstop, while the streets below teemed with folks in outlandish outfits, waving fan signs enthusiastically