He knew Zhao Yan ran too fast, and no matter how much he ran, he couldn't outrun her.
Initially, he held onto hope and simply stood still.
He believed he had executed the murder perfectly.
He had also found a good scapegoat; Zhao Yan wouldn't be able to figure it out.
However, Zhao Yan's gaze was too sharp. Once she fixed her eyes on him, his heart couldn't help but pound. That's why, just now, he couldn't control himself and ran away.
He decided to take a gamble, betting that Zhao Yan had no idea he was the murderer.
Thinking about it, it made sense. The police hadn't figured him out, so Zhao Yan wouldn't be able to either.
His running just now had truly been a result of being startled.
"Why are you chasing me?" the man in the hat asked, his sleeve loosening slightly.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan's stern expression softened. She worried that the murderer might be hiding a sharp weapon.
There were people all around. If this murderer went berserk, what would happen?
She firmly believed the man in front of her was the murderer.
And the murderer didn't know that.
As long as she didn't push the murderer too hard, he shouldn't go berserk.
With this thought, Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Director Zhang mentioned there were two slogans."
"We need to say two slogans to uncover new clues. I thought you might be another witness, and I wanted to compare slogans with you. I didn't expect you to run so fast; the cameraman could barely keep up."
Hearing Zhao Yan's words, the man in the hat breathed a sigh of relief, his vigilance gradually lowering.
So that was it. He had long been confident that his alibi was solid and that no mistakes could have been made.
With this in mind, the man in the hat patted his chest, "If you run so fast, anyone would be scared."
Zhao Yan: "Sorry, can I compare slogans with you now? I want to compare slogans to confirm if you are the contact person."
"I'm not," the man in the hat said, waving his hand.
Zhao Yan said seriously, "I have to say the slogan."
The man in the hat grew impatient, wanting Zhao Yan to finish comparing slogans quickly so he could leave.
Zhang Dan was bewildered, and the core production team was also confused.
What was Zhao Yan up to?
There was only one witness to this murder case; no one else was present.
How could there be another witness according to Zhao Yan?
"Director Zhang, did you arrange for two clues?" He Jing asked.
Zhang Dan remained silent, wanting to see how Zhao Yan would handle it.
"Then say it," the man in the hat said.
Zhao Yan: "My slogan is, please extend your hands. If you are not the contact person, then extend your hands."
As she spoke, Zhao Yan extended her hand, acting as a guide.
Seeing Zhao Yan's gesture, the man in the hat was a bit stunned. At the same time, he imitated Zhao Yan and extended his hand, saying, "I'm not..."
He was about to say he wasn't the contact person.
As soon as his hands were extended, Zhao Yan's hands quickly shot out, faster than the man in the hat's.
Zhao Yan's hands grabbed the man in the hat's wrists and pulled him forward.
The man in the hat shrieked, "What are you doing!!"
A clinking sound echoed as a dagger slid out from his sleeve and fell to the ground.
Seeing the dagger slide out of the man in the hat's sleeve, the people around quickly retreated several steps.
Zhao Yan kicked the dagger on the ground aside with her foot, her hands firmly gripping the man in the hat's wrists.
The man in the hat tried to break free with all his might but found Zhao Yan's grip unyielding. He couldn't break free despite his strength.
Seeing a cold smile flash across Zhao Yan's lips, she kicked the man in the hat's knee.
The force made the man in the hat's legs bend, forcing him to his knees.
Zhao Yan said to Zhang Dan, "Director Zhang, call the police. I've caught the murderer."
Zhang Dan gasped, and the staff were stunned.
"Ah, let go of me! Why are you hitting me for no reason!" Hearing Zhao Yan's words, the man in the hat instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his brow furrowed with panic.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not some murderer! If you keep spouting rubbish, I'm not done with you! I'll sue you for defamation!" the man in the hat yelled at Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan said dismissively, "Sue me for defamation? Alright, let's call the police and have them come here. How about that!"
"Go ahead and call. What am I afraid of? A clear conscience fears no accusation! You woman, you have no evidence, so why are you calling me a murderer?" the man in the hat shouted.
Seeing the man in the hat speak so defiantly, others came closer. Shen Fei said, "Could there be a mistake!"
Zhao Lingjun asked the cameraman beside him, "Could this be staged for the show's effect?"
Zhang Dan replied, "Do you think we would stage something like this, where someone's hands are held so tightly, and their legs are kicked to the ground?"
Zhao Lingjun stuck out his tongue. No matter how well the production team did things, they wouldn't do this.
He felt Zhao Yan was too bold.
If this man truly wasn't the murderer, just hitting him could cause a lot of news, let alone the fact that many cameras were broadcasting live.
Zhang Dan walked over to Zhao Yan and said, "Yan Yan, could you have made a mistake?"
"If you've made a mistake, let go quickly. I'll talk to this person privately and have them reconcile with you, so you don't end up in jail for fighting. That would also affect our variety show."
Hearing Zhang Dan's words, the man in the hat became even more defiant, "Considering Director Zhang's position, hurry up and let me go. Pay me some money, and I won't pursue this matter."
"Call the police!" Zhao Yan said coldly.
"Xin Xin, call the police!"
Seeing that they were hesitant to call the police, Zhao Yan said to Wu Jiaxin.
Wu Jiaxin obeyed her words without question, took out her phone, opened the emergency number, and immediately dialed.
The call was answered quickly.
"Hello, I've caught a murderer at Jiang He Hu Pan. Please dispatch officers quickly."
There was a pause on the other end.
Zhao Yan continued, "Please dispatch officers quickly, lest the criminal escapes."
"Okay, is it Jiang He Hu Pan?"
"Yes!"
Zhao Yan handed the phone to Wu Jiaxin.
The man in the hat was on the verge of a breakdown. Even with one hand making the call and the other tightly gripping his hand, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't pull Zhao Yan's hand away.
Was this even a human hand? It felt like being caught in an iron clamp.
"Xiao Zhao, you can't act rashly without evidence!" He Jing walked over, worried that Zhao Yan might have made a mistake.
Zhao Yan looked at the spirit behind the man in the hat and said, "Teacher He, don't worry. The evidence will appear soon."