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Wijit Mawan is the Mae Sue assigned to Sunday.

Last time, the Sunday ritual was disrupted.

This could be the next victim.

Someone sent a Tukkata Sia-Kaban hidden inside a figure to Darin.

So you came to check this place

because a ghost told Thup?

I need to know how it chooses its victims.

Should we go to the origin point?

We might find where the killer came from.

And maybe read his thinking.

Even though it’s been dead for a long time, the spirit is still restless.

He extended his own fate the wrong way.

By using other people’s lives to do it.

That’s why he can’t be reborn.

Let’s go in.

You’ll be okay, right?

I’ll be fine.

I’ve got you here.

That means I’m safe.

Thup.

Thup.

Could you wait outside for me for a bit?

I’m not leaving you alone.

I’ll be fine.

Please trust me.

If anything happens, call me.

You’ve got some nerve coming in here.

Once you step in, you die.

Thup.

Thup.

Thup, what happened?

P'Singha, don’t come in.

I’m fine.

But if you come in, everything we worked so hard for

will be wasted.

Please trust me.

I’ll wait right here.

But if you don’t come out in thirty minutes,

I’m breaking the door down and shooting the ghost for real.

(chanting)

(chanting)

(chanting)

Why are you here?

You’re not welcome here.

I didn’t mean to disturb you.

I just want to ask about the ritual that sacrificed seven bodies.

My craft.

Why do you want to know?

What does the one who did it want?

You already know.

That everything here

comes with a price.

Make an offering.

It’s a life-extension ritual.

Taking life force

from those sacrificed.

Once it starts, it can’t stop.

Someone performed this sacrifice in Sisaket

fifteen years ago, right?

I came here with the Grandmaster Monk.

Not fifteen years ago.

The first time

was twenty-five years ago.

That cop chased a thief into my house.

He was stabbed by my enchanted blade.

That’s when it took hold.

That cop never realized

his life was already doomed.

Hey, calm down.

Let me take a look at the wound.

It’s possessed.

These things

are drawn to vengeful minds.

They come to take your life.

Within three days, seven days.

And not just you.

Your son too.

Help me.

How do I fix this?

There is a way.

But will you do everything I say?

What did you do?

- Let me go. - Chaba.

Besides making offerings to ghosts,

to extend life,

the ritual also forces the ghost

to do what it’s commanded.

It can’t be reborn.

(chanting)

The eyes were stitched so the spirit couldn’t see or search.

The mouth was stitched,

so it couldn’t curse anyone.

Who was that cop?

He wasn’t from Sisaket.

You’re destined to find him.

Because if you don’t,

everyone will die.

Thup.

What happened?

Thup.

What did your hand touch?

Which ghost did this to you?

I’ll go in and shoot it dead one more time.

Calm down, P'Singha.

No one can hurt me.

I did this myself.

You promised me you’d be fine once you went in.

I had to do it.

But now I know the truth.

What the killer really wants.

Don’t worry about work. Worry about yourself.

Go get that wound treated at the hospital.

Go.

- Hello, Dr. Darin. - Hello.

Here to pick up your lab results?

Please wait a moment.

You can sit inside first.

Thank you.

Hey, are you doing okay?

Why do you ask?

You don’t look very well.

Have you been getting enough sleep?

Ever since I got the Tukkata Sia-Kaban,

I haven’t been sleeping well.

Why?

Do I really look that bad?

It’s pretty obvious you’re not getting enough sleep.

To be honest,

I don’t really believe in this kind of thing either.

But I’ve heard elders back home say

when someone’s weak or worn down,

bad things get to them more easily.

No need to worry about Darin.

I’m taking good care of him.

I saw Sergeant Khem and Dab

going together to get holy water sprinkled at the temple, just for peace of mind.

I don’t know if it actually helps.

Why don’t you try it, Doctor?

No.

I’m busy.

Doctor’s got a lot of work.

And cops don’t?

Just here for the lab results.

Okay.

Good. Then I can head back quickly,

so I’m not in the way of people around here.

Honestly,

if the Tukkata Sia-Kaban is still bothering you,

maybe try going to a temple or making merit.

It’s better than doing nothing.

Inspector, has Inspector Sing contacted you from Sisaket yet?

Not yet, Sergeant.

Am I interrupting something?

I’ve got something important to discuss with Inspector King.

Go on.

When are you finally going to wrap up

this human sacrifice case?

How long are you going to let

the people upstairs stay worried?

I… I think it’ll be soon, Dad.

Do you know how embarrassed I am,

having transferred my own son here

and then having to answer everyone

why the head of investigations can’t get the job done?

Send all the information on the seven-body sacrifice

to my people.

I’ll personally step in and take over this case.

You can’t interfere in everything and force it your way.

I’m not interfering.

And if you and your old friends

still can’t get anything done,

this is what you’ll face.

Thank you very much.

Oh?

Hey, lunch break’s only an hour.

Where did you sneak off to?

Well,

I had an urgent family matter.

Sorry I didn’t report it by the book.

It’s fine.

Work’s not heavy anyway.

But that “urgent matter”,

need any help?

No.

I’ve handled it already.

From now on,

there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.

You must’ve messed with something bad.

That’s why ghosts won’t leave you alone.

He wants to take me with him.

But I don’t want to go.

Could you help send him away?

He won’t leave easily.

You need to spread goodwill, build a lot of merit.

Then he’ll let go.

It might not be just us who are in danger.

But the people we love,

and those close to us,

could be dragged in too.

So where is it?

Want me to help run the lab results?

This case is going into surgery tomorrow.

Forensics already sent the evidence.

But can you help run the DNA of this victim first?

- Sure. - Okay.

Let’s do it.

The injection’s nowhere near the heart.

Why are you screaming so loud?

I’m fragile and delicate, you know.

Not tough like P'Singha.

Serves you right.

Who told you to slice your own hand?

I didn’t do it for fun.

I did it to get information.

If it ever comes to offering blood to ghosts,

you don’t have to do it again.

I don’t want you getting hurt in my place.

I did it to protect P'Singha.

I didn’t do it for no reason.

Sit here and wait.

I’ll go pay.

Can you tell me anything more?

He has a sick son.

But his ritual,

Not just for himself,

but for his son too.

How pathetic.

Excuse me.

Do you have a pediatric department here?

Yes.

We’re the first hospital in Sisaket

to have a dedicated pediatric department.

How many years has this hospital been open?

Over twenty years now.

P'Singha,

do you remember what I told you,

about the shaman saying the cop involved

had a sick son?

I already had local police look into that cop.

I think

we should try asking

for his child’s medical history here.

That works.

I’m Inspector Singha.

I’d like to request cooperation to review pediatric patient records

from about twenty-five years ago.

I’ll need to consult the director first.

And, Officer, you’ll need to notify local authorities to coordinate tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - Yes.

- Yes, thank you. - You’re welcome.

Then,

let’s stay in town tonight.

So we can finish this tomorrow.

P'Singha,

you’re not planning anything, right?

Planning what?

What?

Quit acting like an artist. Be a cop already.

Well, my boyfriend’s a cop. I’ve gotta be smart enough to keep up.

Who’s your boyfriend?

I already told you.

Finish the case first. We’ll talk after.

Okay.

Finish it first.

Then it’ll be clear.

What’s wrong with him?

Hello.

Do you have any rooms available tonight?

Yes. What type of room would you like?

- We’ll take, - Any type is fine.

But we’ll need two rooms.

Sure, no problem.

One room is enough.

We understand each other now.

That we’d take separate rooms.

We’re here for work.

The government budget isn’t big enough to split rooms.

Sorry, one room then.

Alright, one room with a queen-size bed.

One bed is fine.

It gets cold at night.

Sleeping together keeps warm.

But I like sleeping alone.

You’ll see.

Here’s your key card.

Thank you.

Or is it…

a couple having a fight?

If we catch the killer,

does that make us official?

You really care that much about being official or not?

Being together is between two people.

What others think doesn’t really matter, right, Thup?

If there weren’t other variables, it wouldn’t matter.

But you do have another variable.

Inspector King.

Thup.

I’ve been clear with you all along.

And you’re still being possessive.

I am.

There’s a reason to be.

No idea when he’ll try to take you back.

Listen to me.

Whether he can take you back or not,

that’s on me.

It’s got nothing to do with him.

You drove a long way.

Your back must hurt.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Thanks.

You need to take better care of your back.

Good thing I brought this.

That’s about it during work trips.

Are you expecting someone?

I need to talk.

My dad said if nothing changes,

he’ll come down and run the case himself.

So I came to tell you.

Is Big Pong going after me again?

Go tell your dad

to have some shame in front of the public.

I won’t let your dad pin Thup’s case again.

After all this time, you still don’t know my dad?

He never listens to anyone.

Because of people like your dad,

good cops have it hard.

So what have you got so far in Sisaket?

What I found is,

the person who studied dark arts

with the shaman who knew the seven-body sacrifice ritual

was a former local cop,

and he was linked to past black magic cases too.

A cop.

If he’s really the one behind it, he’d know how to cover his tracks.

That could also explain

why he’s been so hard to find.

He has a sick son too.

Probably around my age.

I think the reason he performed the ritual

was to save his son.

Hold on.

The information you got,

is it reliable?

It’s the best we’ve got right now.

Tomorrow I’ll dig deeper at the hospital.

Good.

I agree.

Hospitals always keep patient records.

Can you issue a warrant for me?

So I don’t have to explain too much.

Patient information is confidential.

I can issue the warrant.

But I’m not letting you go alone, Singha.

I’m going with you.

Investigating is a cop’s job.

Not whatever you’re doing, dragging civilians into it.

Tomorrow. Seven a.m.

Don’t be late.

I didn’t ask him to come. He came on his own.

I didn’t say anything about you.

Why are you getting defensive?

Who’s defensive?

I didn’t do anything wrong.

I know it’s work.

You two still have to work together anyway.

I’ll try to be more mature.

Very good.

That’s the right attitude.

But I’ll bet a million,

Inspector King still likes you.

Don’t get insecure.

Whatever King thinks is his problem.

This is between us.

It’s good that he showed up.

He can help me get the job done.

He may look like that,

but he’s got skills.

And another thing,

if we close the case,

you and I can be official.

The way you want.

Are you serious?

Dead serious.

I’ll even post it online seven days, seven nights.

But…

tonight you have to sleep with me.

On the bed.

No way.

Save your energy for work tomorrow.

I’ll sleep on the floor.

Where are you going?

I’ll sleep somewhere else.

My arm hurts.

Hey.

What?

What are you applying?

Apply it like this.

Like this?

You look better.

You actually used the cream I recommended.

If I’m about to go public, I’ve gotta look good, right?

Go get ready.

You’ve got ten minutes.

Don’t be late.

Roger that, Inspector.

Let’s go.

Right on time, Singha.

Same buffer as always.

I’m not giving you a reason to yell at me.

Is that the same shampoo scent?

I know you like this one, P'Singha.

So I packed it myself.

P'Singha doesn’t care about little details like that.

I’m the one who looks after them.

What about the hospital?

The warrant’s already been sent.

But I still need to confirm with the director.

Medical records from twenty-five years ago

are on this floor, in the inner section.

If you have any questions, Officer,

feel free to ask me.I’ll be around.

Alright, thank you.

Let’s move.

Thup.

What’s wrong?

Nothing.

I must’ve imagined it.

Found it.

Let’s go.

Anuphap Boonprim.

Admitted with SLE,

an autoimmune disease from birth.

This child

has medical records only up to age three.

After that, there are no records here.

If we count from when he disappeared,

it lines up with twenty-five years ago.

The time of the first incident

in Sisaket.

And he’s the only one

around my age.

Excuse me, over here please.

Yes, Officer.

Anuphap Boonprim,

I’d like to know where his parents are.

An address, anything at all.

Can you recall anything noteworthy?

Even small details would help.

Everything matters now.

Boonprim.

Sounds familiar. There used to be a nurse with that last name.

People called her

Chaba.

Give me a moment.

Chaba.

Here it is.

She left twenty-five years ago.

How do you remember?

It was a long time ago.

Actually,

nurses who work locally rarely want to move.

Everyone wants to stay in their hometown.

But Chaba,

she suddenly owed the hospital a large amount in medical bills.

Then she just disappeared.

What’s wrong?

This person…

looks just like the ghost I’ve been seeing.

Do you have any information about people she knew?

Family or anyone at all.

In this province or elsewhere.

Everyone knew her husband was a police officer.

At the city police station, if I recall correctly.

But no one at the hospital knows him.

Thank you very much.

Thanks again.

Hello?

Aunt Srichan?

Okay, Uncle. I’ll head there now.

What happened?

Longchai called. He said Aunt Srichan had an accident.

I need to go check on Uncle and Aunt first.

- I’m coming with you. - You should stay and work.

I can call a car myself.

You sure?

Why are you worrying about Thup? He’s local.

You need to keep digging into this with me.

That’s true.

You should go with Inspector King.

If anything happens,

call me right away.

Okay.

I’m Inspector Wachira, and this is Inspector Singha,

from the Special Investigation Division.

We’d like to ask for your cooperation.

Hello, Inspector.

How can I help?

We’re looking for some information.

About a case that happened here 25 years ago.

The ritual sacrifice of seven bodies on a tree.

A case that old?

No one around now would remember it, Inspector.

All the senior officers from back then have transferred out.

That leaves only…

Only Sergeant Ket, really.

He should know something.

But Inspector…

You’ll have to ask him yourself.

He’s a bit unstable these days.

He’s currently suspended from duty.

He’s over there, in the records storage room.

I’m Lieutenant Ket Nongbueng.

Inspector,

Just call me King.

And this is Sing.

Inspector King. Inspector Sing.

I won’t take much of your time.

I just want to ask you something.

Do you recognize the husband of this nurse?

He used to be a cop here.

There were tons of cops back then. I don’t know him.

Take a closer look, Sergeant.

Otherwise, it won’t just be us coming down here.

I’ll report this to central command and request an inspection of operations here.

Wait, Inspector.

My eyesight hasn’t been great just now.

May I take another look?

Pannipa Boonprim.

Does that name ring a bell?

Pannipa…

Boonprim.

She was Sergeant Atikun’s wife.

Atikun?

Yes. He used to be stationed here.

I was under his command back then.

I was just a sergeant at the time.

I’ll find the files for you, Inspector. Sorry about that.

Is this the guy Thup mentioned?

I can’t remember where I put it.

Forty-seven.

Forty-eight.

Found it.

Here.

Atikun.

Where is he now?

Sergeant Atikun died a long time ago.

What happened, Uncle Chai?

Your aunt wasn’t careful. She fell down the stairs.

She was being careful.

But this was really a ghost haunting in broad daylight.

How could anyone be careful against that?

Thup.

I don’t know if your uncle

went somewhere bad recently,

and brought something bad back with him.

Maybe…

Maybe it’s my fault.

For getting involved.

It’s not related.

It was probably just her bad luck.

Don’t overthink it.

Your father,

But I…

I really saw a female ghost.

A female ghost?

The ghost you saw…

Was it…

With a mouth ripped wide open like this?

Yes. That’s the one. Exactly that one.

That one.

Back then, he was lying in wait to arrest a suspect,

and got stabbed until the wound got infected.

No matter how it was treated, it never healed.

We only heard the news later, when his wife came to say he had died.

She asked us to send money for the funeral expenses.

What about the seven-body sacrifice case in Sisaket?

Do you remember it?

A case that big,

there’s no way anyone would forget.

But before we found the bodies,

several days had already passed.

No relatives came forward at all.

They were afraid of being cursed.

So we handled them as unclaimed bodies.

Alright then, Sergeant.

I’d like every piece of information you have,

in case it can be used as confirmation.

There isn’t any.

Back then, the case files were just paper.

It’s been over twenty years.

If anything existed, termites would’ve eaten it all by now.

- Nothing at all? - King.

Inspector, Inspector.

Inspector.

I found more documents.

I found more documents.

Took long enough.

Thanks.

So now,

you’re hiding out with your aunt and uncle all day.

Won’t your boyfriend be upset?

P'Sing and I aren’t boyfriends yet.

Not yet?

That day your uncle misspoke.

But I didn’t see him deny it either.

I’m hoping for that too.

I think I’ll head back now.

I don’t want to stay with you too long.

I don’t want you getting hurt because of me again.

Why would you say that, Thup?

When you come see us,

we’re really happy.

Alright.

I’ll get going, Uncle.

- Goodbye. - Pray before you go.

- Pray, okay? - Yes.

- Take care. - Yes.

Honestly, I wasn’t that close with Khuean.

I’d only been posted here for less than a year

before he went on the run.

On the run?

For assaulting his wife and child?

I don’t really know the details.

But I heard that…

Khuean,

he got into a fight with his wife,

lost control, and accidentally killed her right there at home.

Then he fled.

That’s why there’s no data in the system.

Why would it be like that?

Didn’t the victim’s family press charges at all?

By the time anyone realized she was dead,

weeks had already passed.

Besides,

his wife was from another area,

and she had no relatives.

Have you heard any rumors

about where Ta Khuean might be hiding?

I heard that…

the reason Ta Khuean fought with his wife

was because

he was having an affair with that nurse, Chaba.

If you ask where he’d go into hiding,

he probably ran off with Chaba.

I think…

even if Sergeant Ket looks like a drunk,

the information he gave is real.

I’ll have Mek go question Ta Khuean.

About the nurse named Chaba.

Hello?

P'Sing.

I’m about to leave the hospital now.

- Are you back at the room yet? - Not yet. I’m heading back.

Thup.

Thup.

Strange. Before seven days of killing,

the first body should’ve been too decomposed to hang already, right?

The killer must have a way to preserve them.

This ghost has been protecting me all along. Do you know who it is, Uncle?

What Ta Khuean said just now sounded like Atikun isn’t dead yet.

You have to come with me.

Didn’t I tell you? There’s no place here for a cop like you.

Just watch me.

Aren’t you going to ask what we were just talking about?

I won’t ask.

I trust you.

- What’s wrong with you? - I’m a doctor.

(What happens next?) Here, I’m wearing a lab coat.

(Drama incoming for sure.) In EP13 he’s definitely going to fight with me.

Thup is going to cry every episode, for sure.

Don’t believe him too much.

(Playing Cupid now?) I’m the one making them fall in love.

He gets up like he’s packing his things to sleep somewhere else.

I follow him, hug him, and spin him around.

- Can you get down? - Yeah.

My arm hurts.