"May I pass?"
After pushing the shoulder of the youth in front of him with the back of his hand, Mel began to walk through the space that just opened. Pushed by the figure he had just spoken to, the young man was blown like a leaf caught in the spring winds. With his appearance, the voices stopped, and zero figures came in front of him until he arrived at the door of the Fourth House.
"Mel!"
Figures inside the house shouted excitedly, but the aged man put the forefinger of his right hand on his lips and made a hush sign. This attitude was not to suppress their enthusiasm for seeing Mel, but because of the Fifth House official's commitment to the rules. Mel was familiar with what was happening. He also had passed through this route about a month ago.
