I hear you've been detained.
So I took a leave and rushed here.
You didn't have to.
Besides, I don't want you to know about this dishonorable event.
Uncle Lin, actually before I came here,
I stopped by to talk with the lawyer.
He mentioned this would not be an easy case to defend.
I know.
But I trust that my people at the investigation center
would help clear my name.
Do you mean Mr. Lei?
I don't understand a word on your fancy scientific report.
I don't believe in these numbers that say nothing to me.
I much rather believe in people who know the true story.
Me too.
But all the evidence we have proves it.
Okay.
If Mr. Lin were a regular criminal suspect,
how would you handle this?
You're the only person that can help him.
I have known Mr. Lin for years.
I know he's got a sense of righteousness. He despises wrong doers.
But he's not someone who takes vengeance by illegal punishment.
He said, "Justice must be served, but not through illegal punishment."
Do you think he would commit serial killing
if he himself has expressed opposition to illegal punishment?
At any rate, all three of them are dead.
Justice has been served.
Justice should not get served by such method.
There is too many evidence indicating you're the suspect.
I don't care if others don't believe me, but I hope you will believe me.
But if you insist on pleading not guilty, by the time we get to court,
will the plead work against you?
- But I didn't... - Uncle Lin,
the court only cares about evidence.
As a prosecutor, you should know better.
Who is Fang-Chih Pan anyway?
Fang-Chih Pan... just a little guy who had bad influences.
His legs were broken by Fu-Tong Yeh ten years ago.
Fang-Chih Pan has been upset about this.
He opened a gym after he got out of jail.
Mr. Lin used to go to him for rehabilitation.
Your legs still don't look right.
Let me look at them.
Come here. Please sit.
So Mr. Lin and Fang-Chih Pan should know each other quite well.
If you don't plead guilty for sentence reduction,
it's highly likely that you'll be convicted of felony.
You want me to plead guilty?
Yes.
- But... - Uncle Lin,
for a better result, sometimes
compromise is a necessary evil.
Don't you agree?
In fact, the two of them committed suicide one after the other in three days time,
something smells fishy.
Three people dead in a week's time...
that's even more suspicious.
Also, the bullets we took from their bodies
were confirmed to be from the same local manufacturer.
Same model.
That's right.
If we only judge from Fang-Chih Pan, it's hard to conclude anything.
Combining the incidents of the other two men,
there should be some sort of connection, am I right?
I know what I should do now. Thank you.
Please excuse me.
Did you say both of these guys commit suicides?
It's a judgment made by the officers at the scene.
I think you should notify them to proceed it as a homicide case.
Any new findings?
Look at this shooting,
the direction the gun was shot from was at close proximity and horizontal.
There's not much gunpowder residue
around the wound.
Even if there was limited amount of gunpowder,
you would need at least one meter to fire the shot, right?
Typically, a person's hand cannot reach that far.
This is a classic close range gunshot.
All of the close range gunshot wounds typically have smoke residue, gunpowder,
and carbonized shell casing appearing on the wounds.
You said the victim was right-handed?
Yes.
His wound is on the left.
And he held a bag under his left armpit...
It's not likely the case because he could not have
possibly fired a shot and held a bag simultaneously, right?
Investigators cannot focus only on the evidence and oversee humanity.
What?
Investigators cannot focus only on the evidence and oversee humanity.
Are you the Frankenstein?
What?
Frankenstein, the movie. Don't you watch movies?
"Frankenstein, you take on the role of God.
Use science to create a novel organism.
A perfect human being?"
I mentioned a "new start".
You interpreted it as me doing the work of God.
Are you kissing up to me?
Well, because this is so unlike you.
When did you find out you lack humanity?
Te Wu gave me some clues.
I know I tend to only focus on evidence,
seldom consider humanity. Seldom remind myself of humanity.
You are certain you have nothing to do with these three cases?
Thunder Lei, you have all the evidence.
Why are you asking me this?
Do what you gotta do.
Regarding gun dealing gang members from 10 years ago,
Yun-Tian Li, Ying-Kun Wang, Fang-Chih Pan,
the reason why all three, one after the other, died within a week's time.
I think you're aware of this.
These are the three men's statements.
I feel they were told to give the same statements.
So Wan-Fu Sung's true cause of death is...
Over ten years ago,
there were many shooting cases.
We investigated for years.
In the end, we depended on Wan-Fu Sung's undercover work
to finally get some leads.
Wan-Fu Sung...
was not shot by Fu-Tong Yeh.
If it wasn't because I was tackling Fu-Tong Yeh,
the gun wouldn't have gone off by accident.
In order to close the cases as soon as possible,
Te Wu decided to frame Fu-Tong Yeh up
so I could get out of it.
It's been decided.
Everyone's statement should be the same that
Wan-Fu Sung was killed by Fu-Tong Yeh.
If we did this, we are no different from those hooligans.
What is the point of working as a police officer?
If the world existed only black and white issues,
then why would people need the police force?
We exist to deal with gray areas.
No matter what,
it's not right to encourage witnesses to commit forgery.
And one shouldn't negotiate for crime, right?
The other day at the parking lot, while handing you some materials,
the person next to you,
was he Wei-Che Sung?
Isn't he the son of Wan-Fu Sung?
To gain better results, sometimes,
compromise is a necessary evil.
Don't you agree?
What?
Are you investigating him now?
Are you out of your mind? He has nothing to do with this case.
He's only the victim's family. Why are you investigating him for?
I know the relationship between you and him.
But you also know my role in this.
There's no way I pass up anything that might seem suspicious.
You think Mr. Lin is the killer, don't you?
Without more clues, I shouldn't speculate further.
I don't believe Mr. Lin is the killer.
He came to me last week, saying his leg hurt.
I looked at it for him.
I think it might be because of the old gunshot wound
that has caused muscular dystrophy.
Muscular dystrophy?
Maybe.
I haven't examined living people for years.
So I directed him to the hospital to get it checked.
Wait, Doctor Yang,
since Mr. Lin has had muscular dystrophy for a while,
the way he walks... Can someone imitate his walk?
Of course you can. But there's one thing you cannot imitate.
What is it?
You can imitate a cripple,
but the energy it takes to walk will not be the same.
Shoe prints may match,
but the depth of prints will not be the same.
Doctor Yang, you are a great help...
Thank you.
It's been a long time since I hugged a live person.
Everyone, Chief and Hsiang have discovered new evidence.
So, Chief.
The marks under the shoes, we have analyzed.
We confirm that the shoes indeed belong to Mr. Lin.
But the shoes could've been worn by someone else.
People, based on their height, weight, behavioral pattern and physiology,
produce different footprints.
- That's right. - So we can use
a pressure deformation formula
to calculate how much pressure the ground received due to the killer.
The amount of pressure the killer inflicted upon the ground
would be his motivation.
For instance, Say Cian Yang weighs 85 kilograms.
That's your weight.
- That deviates greatly from reality. - Okay, 45 kilograms, Okay?
Skinny, very skinny.
Say Cian Yang she weighs 45 kilograms.
The bottom of her shoes measures 46 square inches
- which is... - 0.03 square meters.
Take her weight 45 kg and multiply by 10N we come up with...
450N.
So the pressure she puts on the scale is calculated as P=F/A
which is 450N divided by 0.03 square meter
- the answer is? - 15000Pa.
You are so clever!
You are a computer. Seriously.
So what exactly is 15000Pa?
Pa is actually...
Simply put, we can collect Mr. Lin's shoe prints
and we examine the soil moisture consistency, and depth
collected from the condition similar to that of the crime scene.
We would know if Mr. Lin was involved in this case.
In the past, we only examine shoe prints.
Now we have the technology to examine stroll and walking pattern
even get an idea of height and length of legs
and difference in leg type.
Come.
That's his shoe print.
Regular footprints are prominent, showing steady movements,
thus, those that show uneven depth between front and end
indicates there's a physical defect
or out of work habit.
Mr. Lin's strolls are lined in this row.
These are the shoe prints found at the crime scene.
Apparently, the foot dragging patterns are different on both sides.
Because it's an imitation.
The distance between both sides, left and right legs,
is about 15 centimeters.
One more thing. Doctor Yang mentioned
Mr. Lin's suffering from side effects from previous leg injury
which have affected his movements.
The killer did not expect that.
Come look.
I've got the calculation.
If Mr. Lin's weight is 70 kg,
then the killer is about 65 kg.
The killer and Mr. Lin both have similar body type.
So the killer should be 2 cm shorter.
Which means he is 173 cm tall.
That makes sense.
In order to incriminate Mr. Lin,
the killer stole Lin's old shoes for the crime.
And he left shoe prints. After he killed Fang-Chih Pan,
he returned the shoes to frame Mr. Lin.
Based on our inference, the killer's height is about 173 cm,
weight 65 kg, someone who can freely
walk in and out of Mr. Lin's office. Who else could it be?
Lin,
You should thank them later.
With these evidence, you will be bailed out soon.
We will know the complete truth soon.
Mr. Lin,
you knew it all along, right?
Detective's hunch.
You know who he is.
It has nothing to do with him.
You know who the killer is?
You didn't even tell me! We are like brothers.
You...
- Who is the guy? - Don't say his name.
I did it.
Mr. Lin, you cannot play with the law like that.
Height 173 cm, weight 65 kg,
a person who freely walks in and out of your office,
who else could this person be?
It's him!
Wei-Che Sung, you son of a bitch!
He has nothing to do with it.
Hey, what happened? Any good news? Tell me.
Mr. Lin still won't admit that it's Wei-Che Sung.
Even if Mr. Lin doesn't admit it, we cannot let the killer off the hook.
Wei-Che Sung is now our number one suspect.
At current stage, it's only speculation.
We don't have enough evidence to make an arrest.
Evidence...
Judging from the photo,
Wan-Fu Sung's head wound,
there are no smoke and gunpowder residues,
so, it's not a wound resulted from a close range shot.
The bullet wound also shows a D shape.
Which I think is caused by a ricochet.
Look at Fang-Chih Pan's head wound.
Doesn't it look like Sung's?
So, they were not hit directly,
but the shots hit something else before they reached these guys.
Exactly.
Are you moving? What's in the bag?
Wei-Che Sung attempted to destroy the evidence.
There are his pants, shirts
and a notebook.
What happened to your hand? Are you cut?
Angel, please take care of his wound.
Okay.
These were what Wei-Che Sung wanted to burn.
Stuck together...
He wrote about Mr. Lin...
"Legs, hit, gun,
go ham on it..."
"I will not let those who are involved in my father's murder get away."
He wrote these.
You still insist on covering up for Wei-Che Sung?
This is the photo of Wan-Fu Sung's gunshot wound.
This is Fang-Chih Pan's.
Doctor Yang has confirmed.
These two gunshot wounds were caused by ricochet.
The report from ten years ago says clearly that
the bullet that killed Wan-Fu Sung was tainted with red paint
and slight metal residue from the scene.
These all fit in the ricochet scenario.
Wan-Fu Sung was shot...
by accident...
You should stop blaming yourself for it.
And you should not feel obligated to cover up for Wei-Che Sung.
You are the kind of patient that doesn't listen to doctor's orders.
I'm fine. Look. As good as new.
The doctor said you have inhalational injury, and you shouldn't be running.
- That serious? - Mr. Wu, feeling better?
I'm fine. As good as new.
Mr. Lin is fortunate to have someone like you as a friend.
No, I cannot take the credit. It's all because of your effort.
Mr. Wu, I found on the shirt...
there's a significant amount of gunpowder around the sleeves.
The fiber material on the shirt matches with that of Mr. Lin's jacket.
Most importantly, the notebook details every death victim's contact information
lifestyles, even what they eat.
It took him three years.
Oh, no.
I should contact Lin Lo right away. She should watch out for Wei-Che Sung.
Hello? Lin Lo.
Okay, I see. Thank you.
Okay. Bye.
Well,
they already know you did it.
So?
You wanted to know what's going on?
Let me shed some light.
There is a reason why
Shi-Yao Lin treats me
like his own son.
Out of guilt.
Wei-Che,
I'm sorry about your mother.
- But you misunderstood Shi-Yao. - Misunderstood?
Let me share with you a story.
Three years ago,
at my work, I ran into the guy who killed my father,
Yun-Tian Li.
From then on...
I started to plot my revenge.
Okay, I will come by after class.
Okay.
Okay. Thank you. Uncle Lin, bye.
That's horrible.
Teacher, should I inform the police?
No need.
But this...
Don't call the police.
Come in and have a few drinks with me.
Let me tell you.
There is no so called justice in this world.
Justice is bullshit.
Teacher, were you... really involved in a gang?
Indeed, I used to be a gang member.
Once you have made a wrong turn in your life,
the bad reputation will stay with you,
and will not go away for the rest of your life.
I did well in school as a kid and all the way through college.
Fu-Tong Yeh was our leader. We are like brothers.
He and Ying-Kun Wang were selling illegal guns.
He realized I majored in electrical engineering in college.
He recruited me and work with him.
You all have to learn from him.
But who knew
not long after, we were busted by an undercover.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The undercover policeman was killed.
A-Fu, rest in peace!
- A-Fu, - Yes?
Go fetch some beers. Get A-Kun while you are at it.
Okay.
Nothing.
Leave the phone here.
MOBSTER TUTOR-TIAN LI BROUGHT SHAME TO CRAM SCHOOL INDUSTRY
YUN-TIAN LI
YING-KUN WANG
Teacher Li sent me here.
Try it out.
Shoot the target on the other side.
What are you afraid of?
It's only a gun.
Stand still. Steady hands. Lock your eyes and focus.
I killed Ying-Kun Wang.
The 2nd step was...
to kill Yun-Tian Li.
CRIME INVESTIGATION RECORD
The easiest way is to have a few drinks with him.
No more drinks.
Let's go get more beer.
Okay.
You killed Ying-Kun Wang, didn't you?
I see I cannot escape it.
When it's time,
I'll get what I deserve.
Kneel down.
Your... your...
Your father should not have died.
You know?
You know who I am?
Nobody knows how your dad died!
You just do as I say.
It's the best option you have.
Just say the gun that killed Wan-Fu Sung was operated by Fu-Tong Yeh.
That's forgery.
All because of your Uncle Lin, to get him off the hook
They framed our leader Yeh.
And asked A-Kun, Pan, and me to lie. Your uncle Lin is...
Shut up!
Right there and then,
I've decided to make Shi-Yao Lin's life a living hell.
I knew he's always had contact with Fang-Chih Pan.
Killing Fang-Chih Pan...
and framing Shi-Yao Lin up was a perfect plan.
I wanted the investigation center he trusted to start investigation on him.
FANG-CHIH PAN
I let Shi-Yao Lin get close to me,
so I could avenge my father.
If it wasn't him who persuaded my dad to be the undercover,
he would not have died.
Why do you blame all your misfortune on everyone?
It's everyone's fault!
What are you going to do? Don't move!
I said don't move! Don't come near me!
I beg of you, don't come any closer!
Don't come any closer!
So you wanted to kill me too?
Did you think I was stupid?
I will show you what stupid is.
Thank you for letting me in.
Don't move!
I'd shoot if you moved an inch!
Go ahead.
Come on.
Shoot me!
Just like how you killed my father.
Come on. Shoot me.
You are a bunch of liars!
Do you have any idea how I have suffered these past ten years?
Do you think I still believe in you?
I did not lie to you.
And the investigation team has confirmed
that your father was shot by accident.
He's right.
Your father's death was purely an accident.
It was caused by bullet ricochet.
Liar!
If that's the case, then why was there a need to forge evidence?
Wei-Che,
your father's death was an accident.
A-Fu.
A-Fu!
It's either black or white. There are no gray areas in science.
You are a perfect example.
Have we wronged you in any way?
Dad...
I went to see Wei-Che.
He asked me to give you this.
Enough, Shi-Yao.
It's been ten years.
You've been jailed by your conscience for ten years.
It's because I didn't have the courage to admit to my mistakes
now I have caused such tragedy.
If I had dealt with it ten years ago,
all of this would not have happened.
It's all in the past.
I am sure A-Fu would have forgiven you.
Let's go.
Let's go visit A-Fu's grave.
Lin Lo.
I don't deserve to ask for your forgiveness.
- These days, I've been... - Let's go.
Hurry. I am starving.
Hsiang's paying! Yes!
Me again?
Slow down.
Hey, please wait for the disabled. I am getting tired.
Laters.
We'll go downstairs first. Please take care of her.
- Make sure she doesn't get in trouble. - It's crowded in there.
- What's going on? - What the heck is this?
What the...
What's going on?
That's okay. We'll wait for the next one.
Hey.
- What are they doing? - A mushroom?
That's our foot.
- You guys are leaving. - Leaving like this?
A little embarrassing, right?
Don't talk to them too loudly.
It will ruin their ears.
- Those are my clothes. - I didn't change my clothes yet.
- Were you late today? - No.
If there are still people in the elevator, I will curse at them.
Director, you did a lot of work.
The guy's wearing a green jacket. He likes cartoons.
We can't around wait like this, let's use the stairs, ok?
What?
Hey!
You are suffering a bit. I will carry you.
Let's go.
Oh, ok!
There is no other way.
I am a little heavy since I haven't exercised for a while.
Doesn't matter.
Come here.
You are heavier than I thought...
Subtitle translation by Chia-Chin Wu