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"Ancient Detective"

"Episode 14"

When I cracked the case,

Mr. Yin admitted to the murder.

I was blinded by the victory then.

I should've asked why...

he stabbed Mr. Prescriptor
after Mr. Prescriptor was dead.

That was clearly
a suspicious behaviour.

Right, there's something
that has been bothering me.

I would like to ask you.

Ask away.

How long have you known Ye Xiao Xiao?

It isn't considered
too long nor too short.

What do you mean?

He's my father's friend.

When I was little,

he often came to my house to learn
medical skills from my father.

I never have seen him again
when I grew older.

This year, he suddenly wrote to
me to invite me to treat Mr. Yin.

So here I am.

What's wrong, Mr. Jian?

Are you suspecting
that he's the murderer?

Whether or not he's the murderer,
we can set it aside first.

He's definitely not Ye Xiao Xiao,
the Chaos Physician who you knew.

Before I crack the case,

I wanted to meet him
to verify his identity.

Jian, do we need to fight him?

If we fight, whose side will you take?

I'll help you
if he's not Ye Xiao Xiao.

That's the way.

"How the Yangtze River
halts its flow."

"In kind remembrance of my sorrow."

"Far away from the home
I used to know."

"And say nothing
of the evening gales..."

"that blow those yellow leaves of fall
across mountains high and low."

Good poem.

You even brought the knife.

You came here uninvited
in the middle of the night.

Is it possible that
you've taken me for a murderer?

Before we confirm who the murderer is,

I'm more eager
to verify your identity.

My identity?

I'm Ye Xiao Xiao,
the Chaos Physician.

He was known as the Chaos Physician
in the martial world...

because he had matchless skills
in conducting surgeries.

He was also well known
for his ability...

to kill using the flying daggers.

You flatter me.

He was a candid person.

Be it to friends or strangers,

he pulled no punches with them.

Eight years ago,
Ye Xiao Xiao died in Heiwu Ridge.

He died in Madam Hei Wu,
his best friend's wine jar.

This has always been a mystery.

Not many people knew about it.

After that,

this case was sent to my dad,
Jian Jin Huan, in Shenji Valley.

Before my dad could investigate it,

the tragedy
at Shenji Valley took place.

After that, I stumbled upon this case.

Who exactly are you?

Indeed, I'm not Ye Xiao Xiao.

But you asked who am I?

I've long forgotten about it.

Before I became Ye Xiao Xiao,

I was Zhang Da Feng,
the leader of Heavenly Dog.

Back then, Ye Xiao Xiao's
extraordinary medical expertise,

and the way he
conducted himself in society,

left me profoundly impressed.

So, after he died,

I assume his identity
and live his life in his stead.

I miss him so much.

What about your medical skills?

I'm born a fast learner.

Be it martial arts or medical skills.

Even people's voice
and the way they carry themselves,

I'm quick to learn them all.

But God created me with a shortcoming.

I don't have my own personality.

So, whenever one's personality
influences me,

I'll assume his identity
and live his life in his stead.

I think I've heard of him.

You've been mentioned
in the book that I read.

You must be the legendary
Thousand-Faced Man.

Thousand-Faced Man?

A long time ago,

that's what I was formerly known as.

But I didn't like it.

I prefer other names.

Before I became Ye Xiao Xiao,

I was the leader of Heavenly Dog,
Zhang Da Feng.

I was a man of my word,
and I never go back on my word.

As respect for me,
people in the martial world...

called me "Chief".

Before I became Zhang Da Feng,

I was Luan Ban Dian,
the Ghost Eyes Kick.

Before I became the Ghost Eyes Kick,

I was the Demon, Zhu Ye Qing.

Although she was a weak woman,

I did a lot of things that guys
like you wouldn't even dare to.

I have many other names.

For instance, Tu Mu, the Fairy Wuyi,

Li Chou, the Invisible Swordsman,

as well as Sun Shan,
the Invincible Iron Fist,

and Liu Xue Yi, the Longbow Phantom.

How nostalgic.

Liu Xue Yi, the Longbow Phantom?

You heard of her before?

That was 60 years ago.

-Was it that long?
-Of course.

Mr. Thousand-Faced Man.

Apologies.

I'm afraid you have mistaken me
for someone else.

I'm Ye Xiao Xiao, the Chaos Physician.

If anything happens to you,

I'll perform surgery for you
and assure your recovery.

If you're looking
for the Thousand-Faced Man...

Sorry, I'm not familiar with him.

Understood.

I've gotten the answer
to clear up my confusion.

Ye Xiao Xiao,
it's an honour to finally meet you.

Spare me the pleasantries.
It's just an undeserved reputation.

What's that smell?

Hey, don't move.

This is a veratrum.

I found it at Mr. Prescriptor's door.

I saw such fine herbs were all wet.

So, I picked it up,

-and wanted to roast it.
-Wait a second.

You said the medicine was wet.

That's right.

Let me take a look.

The medicine was wet.

Was it raining?

No.

If one can disguise as someone else...

Zhao,

-I'm getting closer to the truth.
-What?

That's right.
If the murderer did that...

It was raining blood!

That's right.

If the murderer
killed people in this way,

he would have left behind
such a thing in his room.

That's right.

Go to Mr. Prescriptor...

Sir, excuse us.
Let's go to Mr. Prescriptor's room.

Excuse us.

It's been 60 years?

Was it that long?

How long more
are they going to investigate?

I don't know.

Do we still have a chance
to make a move?

I don't know.

Jian.

What are you looking for?

The clothes he was wearing
when we first met him.

The one he'd been wearing?
I didn't see it.

It's a bloodstain.

Just like what I thought.

Take a look.

What is this?

It looks like cotton.

Does anyone burn cotton to keep warm?

-Zhao.
-Yes?

Have you found the clothes?

No.

It makes sense if you can't find it.

Are you saying
that this was his clothes?

The puzzles are all solved.

Gather everyone.

I'm going to disclose the truth.

Jian!

How was it?

I found it. As you expected.

Great.

Everyone.

I would like to disclose the truth.

Before I disclose the truth,

I would like to apologise
to all of you.

Due to my negligence,

I didn't apprehend the real murderer
right off the bat,

and gave him the opportunity
to kill again.

Mr. Jian, I don't quite follow.

Mr. Yin has admitted
to killing Mr. Prescriptor...

and gave us clearly description.

How did he mislead you?

Mr. Yin wasn't lying.

But the thing he said
might not be the truth...

because there's another possibility...

where the things that Mr. Yin saw...

wasn't the truth at all.

Excellent.

Tell us what happened then.

It's been proven that...

Mr. Yin didn't kill Mr. Prescriptor.

I performed an autopsy
on Mr. Prescriptor.

There were 11 stabs on his body.

The stab to the chest was fatal.

It was a clean, quick stab.

The remaining ten stabs...

were made after he died.

Although the amount
and position of the wounds...

match Mr. Yin's description,

the one that Mr. Yin stabbed
was a living person...

not a dead body.

This proves one thing.

The stab wounds on Mr. Prescriptor...

weren't made by Mr. Yin
but someone else.

Someone else? Who was it?

According to Wicked Woman's statement,

before Mr. Yin went upstairs...

she heard the sound of a quarrel
coming from Mr. Prescriptor's room.

I infer that the murderer
killed Mr. Prescriptor at that time.

In other words, Mr. Prescriptor
was already dead...

before Mr. Yin went upstairs.

He was already dead?

That's right.

Here comes the problem.

Who was the one
who had a fight with Mr. Yin,

and got stabbed to death by him?

The deceased Mr. Prescriptor
couldn't possibly do it.

That must be a living person.

And that person is the murderer.

Well, if that's the case,
who's the murderer then?

Well, let me review
the entire process of murder.

When Mr. Prescriptor went back
to his room after the defeat...

and closed the door
to carry out experiments,

the murderer entered his room.

Both of them had an intense argument.

The murderer stabbed him
in the chest.

He took off Mr. Prescriptor's hat,
mask and outer garment,

and hid the body in the cabinet.

Then, he wiped off the blood
using his outerwear.

He couldn't wipe it clean
as time was running out.

After that,

he chose to put on
one of Mr. Prescriptor's clothes...

and staged the crime scene
like what we saw.

As agreed,

Mr. Yin went to see
Mr. Prescriptor for treatment.

Mr. Yin got there but he
never would have thought that...

the person before him
wasn't Mr. Prescriptor...

but someone else.

Next, the murderer
went on with his plan,

to lure Mr. Yin
to kill him by mistake.

We can talk things out. I can pay you.

I'll let you treat me. How about that?

I've already said that!

What else do you want me to do?

Give it to me!

But the truth is that someone
who knows martial arts...

will use his inner power to protect
himself and there's the soft armour.

The knife wouldn't hit anything vital.

The murderer wouldn't be stabbed
to death by Mr. Yin.

He needed to fake his death.

However, an accident happened.

Mr. Yin wanted to take off
Mr. Prescriptor's mask...

to check for signs of breathing
to see if the murderer was dead.

Once the mask is removed,

the murderer's identity
will be exposed.

So, he didn't care about the fact
that he was faking his death,

and stood up to try to stop Mr. Yin.

Mr. Yin thought it was a sudden
movement of Mr. Prescriptor's corpse.

He took the inkstone on the table,

and hit the murderer's forehead.

After Mr. Yin left,

the murderer made use of the time left
to stage the scene like what we saw.

Even though he was stabbed,

he had to endure the pain,

and moved Mr. Prescriptor's body
out of the cabinet.

He made ten stabs on
Mr. Prescriptor's body...

based on the positions
of the stab wounds on his body.

Only then, it would match
Mr. Yin's statement.

That's why I found beside
the fatal wound on Mr. Prescriptor,

the rest was made an hour later.

Because the plan
to lure Mr. Yin to kill...

got the murderer delayed by an hour.

After that,
he had to take off his clothes,

and put them back on the body.

The same goes for the hat and mask.

That way, when Mr. Yin
saw the body on the floor,

he would have thought
that he had killed Mr. Prescriptor.

After all that was done,
he still couldn't leave...

because there was something
even more important to do.

What was it?

Two murder cases
resulted in two bloody clothes.

One of them was the one we saw,

which was on Mr. Prescriptor's body.

The other outfit
couldn't be left behind.

So, the murderer chose
to destroy the evidence on the spot.

We found traces of cloth
from the ashes in the brazier.

Take a look.

What is this?

It looks like cotton.

After destroying the evidence,

the murderer chose to leave
through the window...

and returned to the place
he should be...

and waited for the murder
to be discovered.

Even until his death,

Mr. Yin thought
that he killed Mr. Prescriptor,

and it eventually misled my judgment.

Well, who's the real murderer?

Don't be surprised when I reveal it.

The murderer is right among us.

The one who killed Mr. Prescriptor
and Living Bian Que was...

you.

Wild Monk.

Excellent.

Jian, could there
be a misunderstanding?

Mr. Jian, you must be joking.

I wasn't at the inn
when the incident took place.

He's right.

He went out to buy medicine.

All of us saw that.

Amitabha.

I'll go buy some medicine.

Fellow physicians.

Are you done yet?

The drugstore is a dozen miles away.

He didn't have time
to commit a murder.

You do have an alibi.

But that is fake.

Zhao.

Do you remember this?

-It's veratrum.
-That's right.

It's the veratrum that you picked up
from Mr. Prescriptor's door.

This is veratrum.

I found it at Mr. Prescriptor's door.

I saw such fine herbs were all wet.

So, I picked it up
and wanted to roast it.

That day, you claimed that
you went to buy medicine.

It wasn't raining on that day.

But when you come back,
the herbs were all wet.

Mr. Prescriptor...

How do you explain that?

Wild Monk.

Monk, what's going on?

That's because you bought the herbs
a day before and hid them on the roof.

Right?

That day, you said that
you were going to buy medicine.

But you went to the backyard,

and climbed into the back window
of your room.

Then, you sneaked into
the second floor from your room,

and went into Mr. Prescriptor's room.

After that, you took care of the body,

and disguised as Mr. Prescriptor...

to lure Mr. Yin to kill you.

After you completed the murder,

you went to the roof...

to get the veratrum
that you've prepared earlier on.

You pretended as though
you just went to buy the herbs,

and returned to the inn.

But one thing was flawed.

The rain was very heavy
on the first day.

The herbs that you hid
on the rooftop got wet.

Later on,

Living Bian Que found out
something was amiss with the herbs.

So, he secretly went to the drugstore
to investigate it.

But it was a shame.

You killed him on his way back.

Mr. Jian is the most
reasonable person.

That's right. I lied.

But that isn't evidence to prove
that I was in Mr. Prescriptor's room.

Jian,

Wild Monk is right.

Mr. Jian, I don't remember
of killing anyone.

Monk, may I ask you...

does it hurt?

Mr. Yin showed no mercy.

The injury you sustained from
the inkstone hasn't recovered yet.

You're such a forgetful person.

This injury isn't because
I was hit by the inkstone.

I hit my head
when I fell from the stairs.

Something has happened!

Everyone saw it.

You were wearing
a bamboo hat that day.

It's indeed hard to tell...

if it was an injury
sustained from the inkstone,

or if it was because of your fall
from the stairs.

But stab wounds
are much easier to distinguish.

Stab wounds?

Can you take off your shirt?

Let us take a look
at the stab wounds on your body.

The stab wounds
left behind by Mr. Yin.

If you wanted to create the illusion
that Mr. Yin killed Mr. Prescriptor,

you would have to endure the stab
in Mr. Prescriptor's stead.

Although you had a soft armour on you,

Mr. Yin still managed
to stab your body.

Ye Xiao Xiao said that
you've consulted him before,

about the areas of the body
to get stabbed that are non-lethal.

That's right.

He asked me
how to avoid the vital areas.

Here.

Here.

This area as well.

You wouldn't die
even if I stabbed you 72 times.

When you disguised as Mr. Prescriptor,

you endured ten stabs from Mr. Yin.

Although you intentionally
avoided the vital areas,

you still bled a lot.

You look pale and don't seem
to be in a good state.

You said you caught a cold.

Well, there are many physicians here.

Let them check on you.

Let's see if you caught a cold,

or if you've suffered
severe blood loss.

Monk, was it you?

Mr. Jian is right.

These three people...

were killed by me.

It's exactly the same
as the wound on Mr. Prescriptor.

Wild Monk, why did you do that?

But Mr. Jian was wrong
about one thing.

I killed Living Bian Que...

wasn't because he discovered
the secret of the herbs.

It's because he deserved to die.

Why?

These three were grievously sinful
and were born in vain.

The story went back about a year ago.

I was travelling around Zhongyuan.

When I got to Shandong,

I found a ruined temple.

There were many sick
young beggars in there.

They all had a strange disease.

The strange thing was that
they had the same illness as Mr. Yin.

The youngest of these children
were only seven or eight years old.

The oldest one was only
eleven or twelve years old.

They have all been poisoned
by a strange poison.

Although the poison had been cured,

it has an indelible impact
on their bodies.

They were going to die.

-They would soon be dead.
-Come, let me check on you.

Master.

My dear.

Help us.

All right.

You'll be fine.

You'll be fine, my dear.

My medical skills are limited.

There was nothing I could do.

I had no choice but to continue
my journey to the west.

But along the way,
I encountered many people.

There are more and more
sick young beggars.

I continued to investigate...

and I came across Living Bian Que
who mainly treated the beggars.

But it wasn't Living Bian Que
who poisoned them.

All he did...

was to send the young beggars...

to a mysterious place
at a particular time.

This place...

was Mr. Prescriptor's medical hall.

Aren't there any results yet?

The number of trial subjects
is too little.

Thus, the room for experiment
is limited.

I can only deliver six at a time.

If I send more, it might arouse
the attention of the sect.

Who would care about those beggars?

Their lives aren't worth much.

Send more of them over.

I'm afraid I can't wait any longer.

Too many cooks spoil the broth.

Don't worry.

Money isn't an issue.

I'll surely pay you.

Also,

besides the sect leaders
of Shandong and Hebei,

are you familiar with
the sect leaders from other places?

Spend some money to get things done.

Mr. Yin, don't worry.

Money solves all problems.

Don't just look for boys.

Boys get crippled easily.

Get me some girls.

Girls are more resistant.

Sure.

Times are tough now.

No one will care about those people.

Mr. Prescriptor.

-Mr. Prescriptor.
-Stop trying to reason with me.

To make new and better medicine,

someone needs to test it.

Someone has to sacrifice
in order to test the medicine.

Everyone dies.

It's just a matter of time.

Mr. Prescriptor,

can't you hear the cries
of those children?

They're living people
with flesh and blood.

God cares for every living thing.

So do I.

They're contributing
to medical purposes.

Once I produce new medicine,
we'll be able to save the people.

And they would have died
for a worthy cause. Isn't it great?

You're saying to
make them beg for a lifetime?

I didn't say that.

Who would want to be born as a beggar?

Blame it on their destiny.

Luckily, they met me.

They're fortunate to be able to do
the test and devote to medicine.

How meaningful is that?

Shouldn't they thank me for that?

I thought...

by framing Mr. Yin
for Mr. Prescriptor's murder,

you would help to get rid of him.

But you let him go instead.

I'm sorry.

I had to do it myself then.

My devotion isn't strong enough.

I couldn't suppress my desire
to kill.

I'm not a good monk.

Physician Wang,

thank you for teaching me
the way to cure illnesses.

Mr. Ye,

you taught me the trick
of using the knife.

Yet, I didn't use it
to do good deeds.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Zhao.

All these years,
you've taken me for a good monk.

I've let you down.

Wild Monk,
we've known each other for years.

I know your character well.

Mr. Jian.

In the end, you managed to get me.

I feel relieved now.

I'm at your disposal.

I have no objection.

Your case is closed.

There's something even more important
that I have to take care of.

So...

I plan to lock you up for now.

Lock me up?

Are you not afraid that I'll escape?

Jian.

Send him to the authority
tomorrow morning.

Wild Monk.

Do you know I'm starting
to admire you more now?

-Why?
-I think...

you are more heroic
than those skilled martial artists.

You flatter me.

But thank you for your compliment.

What's the matter?

Thinking about Wild Monk?

That's right.

Wild Monk is the kindest person
I have ever met.

Back then, he persuaded me
to go down the mountain.

He told me...

there can be a mountain king
on a mountain.

But there's no room for a warrior.

To be a warrior,

I have to explore
the world out there.

I just didn't expect...

that things would turn out this way
when we met again.

He really is a good person.

Mr. Yin and the others
forced him into doing this.

Do you regret helping me
ferret out Wild Monk?

How would I be?

You're a detective.

It's your job to find out the truth.

Besides,

if you hadn't ferret him out,

how would we possibly know...

there are so many pitiful
young beggars?

I feel upset...

because I feel bad for him.

He had to kill.

That's right.

It wasn't easy for him to repent.

And now,
he had to commit crimes again.

He must have been
suffering a lot in his heart.

Zhao, help me out.

Fairy Sheng killed to protect himself.

Wild Monk killed because
of those young beggars.

It wasn't their intention to kill.

It's not entirely their fault.

The ones at fault...

are those selfish people...

with an invisible
killing weapon in hand.

People with an
invisible killing weapon?

All of them have their own hands...

covered with the blood
of innocent people.

The scariest thing is that
they don't think they are wrong...

and they even think that everything
is perfectly logical and reasonable.

That's how Mr. Yin was.

You're absolutely right.

People like them
should be ferreted out instead.

Jian.

How are you going
to deal with Wild Monk?

The truth is the truth.

Standards of right and wrong
are fixed.

The authority will be
impartial in sentencing him.

-Jian.
-Yes?

-Well, I'm very curious.
-What is it?

Why must you get changed here?

This place is more hidden.

I couldn't make myself clear.
You'll know later.

Hidden?

There you are.

Why are you here?

Jian,

this is indeed a well-hidden place.

All right.

I'll leave first.

I've suffered some emotional shock
in the past years.

My mind isn't working right
and always talking gibberish.

I caused you a lot of trouble.

Also, about that...

I think Wild Monk is a good guy.

It's up to you as to how
you intend to deal with him.

All right.

Sir.

Till we meet again.

Goodbye.

Jian.

I'll leave this to you.

Remember to keep the secret for me.

Till we meet again.

Hold on!

What is it?

Please stay and help me out.

-Help you?
-That's right.

To be honest,

there's someone I want to kill.