The Bullet Vanishes (Xiao Shi De Zi Dan / 消失的子弹) (消失的子弹)

I didn't do it...

It wasn't me

I didn't do it...

I didn't...

"Workers Dormitory, No. 50 Arms Factory."

A-qi!

I told you to be here by the time the sand ran out.

Where have you been?

How... did you get down?

It's a secret.

Do you want to try?

- Write this down for me: - Alright.

During hanging

the neck area in contact with the rope...

bruises with red ligature marks

the face turns blue

blood vessels in the eye burst.

The hyoid bone and tongue are intact.

If the hyoid bone was fractured

it would be strangulation.

Therefore, Li Zhongmin's wife did not kill him.

His death was a suicide.

A suicide?

Another wrongful conviction.

Are you alright?

Of course...

I'm not alright.

"Warden."

Warden.

Please, no more crazy stunts.

You hung yourself this time.

Will you shoot yourself next time?

Probably, but I only have one life

I won't take chances.

- Please sit. - No need

I insist.

Alright.

Listen, in a little while

a high-ranking police official will come to see you

I beg you, please don't offend him

I beg you not to beg me.

You're the warden; I'm not worthy.

Don't be so modest.

You spend more time here than I do.

If you get fired

who will do my job?

I heard that you socialize with the inmates.

You listen to their stories

and even record them in a book.

It's just a hobby.

Then you should retract the many letters of appeal...

sent to NPA over the past 8 years.

To you, they're just letters.

To them, it's a matter of life and death.

You know

rather than overturning wrongful convictions

why not prevent them from happening?

The bureau is impressed with your investigative talents.

You've been reassigned to Tiancheng as the new NPA Officer.

You are to report to headquarters.

Your task is to stamp out corruption within the force.

Go!

The higher-ups have decided to turn the arms factory...

into a big business.

It's a perfect opportunity for us to make money.

The sum we agreed upon last time...

Did you bring it?

Damn.

Chief... no.

Fine

I suppose you're not in then.

Yes, yes...

Boss“.

Help me... He tried to kill me

I thought he was a wild boar.

An officer's job is to protect citizens.

There's no room for error!

What if Mr. Huang was shot by accident instead?

What then?

I'm sorry!

What if you aren't so lucky next time

and kill Mr. Huang, then what?

I'm sorry!

It won't happen!

I've been very lucky lately

I got to meet a great business partner like you

I couldn't be happier!

From now on, I'll do as Chief Jin says

I promise to invest

I don't want any complications from the factory girl's death.

The day I retire

a lot of high officials will come

I want everyone to have a good time.

Understood.

Make certain.

Chief.

Please accept this.

Please consider my promotion.

You'll always be my chief.

Many people want this position.

The higher-ups are sending someone to oversee this matter.

His price won't be less than mine.

Of course.

Where has Guo Zhui disappeared to?

He's working the red-light district.

Baby...

What're you doing? Hurry.

Wait, I need to hang the lanterns

I can't wait!

Coming! What's the hurry?

What's wrong with you?

- Crazy! - Are you blind?

Stop the traffic.

Hey, move over!

Please give way!

Are you crazy or just tired of living?

Get off the road!

Trying to get yourself killed?

The suspect is about 5 ft 9

weighs about 165 catties

roughly 25 to 35 years of age.

How can you tell?

I weigh 138 catties.

My footprints are shallower than his.

From there, I estimated his height and weight.

His long stride...

suggests that he's a young man.

His steps appear irregular.

He probably hurt himself during the jump.

The heel of his right shoe is more worn than the left

because“.

He leads with his right foot

ls there such a thing as the perfect crime?

Let me tell you a true story.

In 1924 up north

a perfect murder was committed.

Wu Zhongguo was a simple merchant.

The police later found a diary in his room

and discovered that Wu was plotting to kill his wife.

He researched every possible method to kill her.

Some were bizarre.

Others were horrific.

One was almost perfect.

But Wu eventually realized that

the greatest obstacle was not how to kill

but the evidence left behind.

You see, corpses speak to us.

Even a blood splatter may tell us if it was murder or suicide.

Clues are left behind at every crime scene.

All mysteries can be solved eventually.

Wu concluded that:

The perfect crime...

wasn't about making the case unsolvable...

but finding the perfect scapegoat.

His wife found the diary earlier in the day.

She killed him instead.

Neighbors also testified that Wu often beat his wife.

Thus, she's being let off on all charge

reason as self-defense.

Why is it considered a perfect crime?

Because Mrs. Wu fabricated the diary.

What happened to her?

Did the police figure it out?

She turned herself in two years ago.

Sit down.

Show me your notebook.

The person who discovers the body

9 times out 10 turns out to be the murderer.

Really?

Really

I'm a prime example.

You refused to see me for the past 2 years.

What changed your mind?

Let's play a game.

If I answer a question from you, you must answer one from me.

Alright.

Why turn yourself in?

Do you have secrets?

Keeping secrets is a torture.

Sometimes it makes your heart itch.

Sometimes it hurts like a knife.

Life is too long for me to keep secrets.

Why have you never married?

Is that a question?

Never thought about it.

That's it.

Cheapskate.

Why didn't you destroy.

Wu's fake diary?

I was hoping someone would eventually catch me.

Or perhaps I wanted a keepsake.

What was the sweetest thing...

you ever said to a person you loved?

Take care.

How did you get Wu...

to beat you?

I only agreed to see you today

because I knew you were going away.

Leave the rest for next time.

Am I a bad person?