All language subtitles for Detetive anciao 1x14

[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 suspicious behavior.

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 honor 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 apologize 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 armor.

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 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 armor 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.

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