The Ghost Lake's Rule: No Smiths, No Exceptions - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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I looked toward the source of the voice—it was a young guy with bleached blonde hair.
"Dex came with his girlfriend. I saw them. His girlfriend was really pretty, so I took a longer look."
"Where is she?"
I walked up to the blonde guy and asked.
He looked around, his gaze stopping at the innermost seat at the stern of the boat.
Following his gaze, I saw a woman in a white dress huddled there, trembling.
Seeing us all looking at her, she immediately denied it with a shaking voice: "You're lying. I don't know Dex."
"Bullshit. I was watching you before you boarded. You two bought tickets holding hands and came over together. You only separated when lining up to board and didn't sit together. I even made sure to sit next to you." The blonde guy was relentless, directly exposing her lie.
No wonder I hadn't seen the woman in white sitting next to Dex when I was talking to him earlier.
They'd been separated from the very beginning.
I strode toward the woman: "What's your name?"
"Captain, don't listen to his nonsense. He was groping me the moment he got on the boat—he's not a good person!" She avoided my question, trying to shift blame to someone else.
The blonde guy instantly got angry: "Yeah, I copped a feel because you're pretty, but I'm not lying. This is life or death—of course I'm going to save my own skin first!"
I ignored their argument and stared straight at the woman.
"What's your name?"
Seeing she was trapped, the woman had no choice but to plead tearfully.
"My name is Rachel Norton. My ID just fell into the lake, but I'm really not named Smith. That guy checked it earlier!"
Rachel pointed at Marcus, who walked over and looked her up and down.
"Freya, I do remember her. She really does have that name—it's pretty memorable."
"Enough talk! Just throw her overboard and we'll know!"
The blonde guy stepped forward to toss Rachel off the boat, but I stretched out my arm to stop him.
"No."
"Why not? You were quick enough to throw Dex overboard just now. Now you meet some chick and won't make a move? This isn't the time for female solidarity!"
Others chimed in: "Exactly! She came with Dex—there's definitely something fishy going on. Let's throw her overboard and test it. If she really is named Smith, we can all live!"
The crowd pressed forward, ready to act.
I had to shout angrily to stop them:
"Stop! The female ghost at the bottom of the lake is already enraged. If Rachel isn't named Smith, it'll only make her angrier. Even if we find the real Smith after that, we won't be able to calm her fury, and we'll all die!"
"This time, the person we throw overboard must definitely be named Smith."
Everyone fell silent.
Someone muttered: "How can we be sure? All the IDs checked out—who can tell if she's really named Smith?"
Rachel also started crying: "You just threw my boyfriend overboard without any evidence, and it turned out he wasn't named Smith. Now you want to throw me overboard too—you're committing murder!"
Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak.
But I stared at Rachel with an eerie smile.
"Who says I don't have a way to make sure she's named Smith or not?"
Marcus was surprised: "Freya, you have a way?"
"I can't identify her, but the female ghost at the bottom of the lake can."
"Dex came with his girlfriend. I saw them. His girlfriend was really pretty, so I took a longer look."
"Where is she?"
I walked up to the blonde guy and asked.
He looked around, his gaze stopping at the innermost seat at the stern of the boat.
Following his gaze, I saw a woman in a white dress huddled there, trembling.
Seeing us all looking at her, she immediately denied it with a shaking voice: "You're lying. I don't know Dex."
"Bullshit. I was watching you before you boarded. You two bought tickets holding hands and came over together. You only separated when lining up to board and didn't sit together. I even made sure to sit next to you." The blonde guy was relentless, directly exposing her lie.
No wonder I hadn't seen the woman in white sitting next to Dex when I was talking to him earlier.
They'd been separated from the very beginning.
I strode toward the woman: "What's your name?"
"Captain, don't listen to his nonsense. He was groping me the moment he got on the boat—he's not a good person!" She avoided my question, trying to shift blame to someone else.
The blonde guy instantly got angry: "Yeah, I copped a feel because you're pretty, but I'm not lying. This is life or death—of course I'm going to save my own skin first!"
I ignored their argument and stared straight at the woman.
"What's your name?"
Seeing she was trapped, the woman had no choice but to plead tearfully.
"My name is Rachel Norton. My ID just fell into the lake, but I'm really not named Smith. That guy checked it earlier!"
Rachel pointed at Marcus, who walked over and looked her up and down.
"Freya, I do remember her. She really does have that name—it's pretty memorable."
"Enough talk! Just throw her overboard and we'll know!"
The blonde guy stepped forward to toss Rachel off the boat, but I stretched out my arm to stop him.
"No."
"Why not? You were quick enough to throw Dex overboard just now. Now you meet some chick and won't make a move? This isn't the time for female solidarity!"
Others chimed in: "Exactly! She came with Dex—there's definitely something fishy going on. Let's throw her overboard and test it. If she really is named Smith, we can all live!"
The crowd pressed forward, ready to act.
I had to shout angrily to stop them:
"Stop! The female ghost at the bottom of the lake is already enraged. If Rachel isn't named Smith, it'll only make her angrier. Even if we find the real Smith after that, we won't be able to calm her fury, and we'll all die!"
"This time, the person we throw overboard must definitely be named Smith."
Everyone fell silent.
Someone muttered: "How can we be sure? All the IDs checked out—who can tell if she's really named Smith?"
Rachel also started crying: "You just threw my boyfriend overboard without any evidence, and it turned out he wasn't named Smith. Now you want to throw me overboard too—you're committing murder!"
Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak.
But I stared at Rachel with an eerie smile.
"Who says I don't have a way to make sure she's named Smith or not?"
Marcus was surprised: "Freya, you have a way?"
"I can't identify her, but the female ghost at the bottom of the lake can."
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