Chapter 177 Where to Fall, Where to Get Up [Page] Dawn, the inspector is accustomed to life without early morning days, so although the sunshine outside is bright, he still sleeps very sweet, until he is awakened by the fragrance of breakfast.

Open your sleepy eyes and your brain doesn't understand what that fragrance means.

Someone is cooking at his house?

Wait a minute. He's not at his home in summer, but at his own home. How could he have a good meal?

Dreams must be dreams.

Sleep, wake up without taste.

However...

I can't sleep. It's really good.

The inspector tried to shut his eyes and wake himself up...