The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

The next day.

It’s a drowsy afternoon. The neighborhood that the Spaniel lives in is quiet. The adults have left for work, and the children went to school early in the morning.

Of course, Lee Yeong-tae is one of them. The only one at his house now is his wife, who suffers from an intellectual disability.

I push my cap low over my face and sling a toolbag over my shoulder. I clear my throat and ring the doorbell.

There’s a long pause, followed by the sound of a middle-aged woman’s voice.

“Who is it?”

She’s not speaking very clearly; it’s as if she’s just woken up.

I smile brightly towards the doorbell. “Hello. I’m from the welfare center,” I say.

“What’s the matter?” the woman asks.