The York City Economic Daily had once conducted a public survey asking what topic people usually chose to open with when greeting an acquaintance outside.
The topic with the most votes was-weather.
Because York City's residents spent one fifth of every year thanking God for granting them such fine weather that day, while the remaining four fifths were filled with blasphemy against God.
It was raining again today, and heavily at that.
Leon walked into the Office carrying documents and saw Richard standing by the window, watching the curtain of rain outside. His figure looked somewhat forlorn from behind.
Leon found this very strange, because both in the past and now, he had always thought of Richard as a cheerful person, even excessively cheerful.
Setting the documents on the desk, Leon took the initiative to ask, "What, feeling depressed?"
In Leon's view, rainy days certainly did tend to make people melancholy.
Richard shook his head and answered, "I'm worried about the drainage on Red Leaf Street. The drains there often get clogged when it rains heavily."
"Red Leaf Street?" Leon searched his memory but found no recollection of the name. "What sort of place is Red Leaf Street?"
"A place where you can wash away your weariness and cleanse your soul."
"Sounds mysterious." Leon rubbed his neck. "Speaking of which, how long have the Captain and the others been on leave? I haven't even seen the Director these past few days."
Richard turned, walked over to the desk, sorted the documents, then put them in the filing cabinet in the Office according to their labels.
"They probably went to take care of some other things."
"Take care of other things?"
Leon frowned slightly. As a newcomer, he was very sensitive to this sort of danger. After all, what newcomers feared