She had never felt anything like it, but now, a cold dread enveloped her, making her feel as if she could die at any second.
She raced back to the cockpit, hoping at least someone would be there, praying that Lindsay and Yves had returned. But they were still gone. On a ship teeming with danger, they had vanished.
Seeing Cheryl run in with a terrified expression, Jessica asked with concern, “Did something happen?”
Cheryl was still in shock. She clutched her chest, swallowing hard, and took a long moment to steady herself before recounting what she had just witnessed.
“The man who pointed a gun at Lindsay… he’s dead. He died horribly, bleeding from his eyes, his ears, his mouth…”
And strangely, even though Logan had just died, she hadn't seen his spirit.
“Oh. Well, he deserved it. He was a bully,” Jessica said with chilling calmness. She showed no fear, only a hint of satisfaction.
But she was on this ship too. People were dying one by one. Shouldn't she be panicking? Why was she so composed?
Cheryl couldn't help but think of what Arthur had said. Could the deaths on the ship really be Jessica’s doing?
Right now, she desperately wanted to see a ghost, to find out what was truly happening on this vessel. And where were Yves and Lindsay? Had something happened to them?
Cheryl composed herself and changed the subject. “I looked all over the ship, but I couldn’t find Lindsay or Yves. Do you know where they went?”

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