From the analysis of Boss by a few people, there is indeed suspicion that the Boss who owes them wages might be involved, but deep down, they are aware that it''s just a suspicion.


    Old Zhang''s daughter has been killed, and some are grieving while others sigh. However, when ites to taking action, they are hesitant because nobody wants to get into trouble.


    It''s not surprising that they think this way; after all, their capabilities are limited, and they have families to consider. Even if they don''t care for themselves, they still think about their families.


    However, when ites to their wages, the situation changes.


    With such a big incident in Old Zhang''s family and no certainty of when they can return, their wages might be dyed. If they confront Boss directly, there might be a chance to get their wages back.


    This is the rightful reward for their efforts, and they genuinely need the money.


    After dispersing, the workers are contemting Fifth Sister''s suggestion. Some are discussing it in small groups, while others are preparing to wash up.


    Like the other workers, Fifth Sister takes her toiletries to freshen up. Her belongings are simple—a stic basin, a towel, a box of soap, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a not-so-clean cup.


    Due to limited conditions on the construction site, she, like other workers, quickly finishes washing up and returns to the dormitory.It''s a mixed-gender dormitory where most workers reside, making the internal space cramped and small. Couples share a bed, while singles have their own beds separated by a piece of cloth.


    Some construction sites have better living conditions, but the one Fifth Sister is on currently doesn''t have such facilities.


    Fifth Sister returns to her bunk, feeling a chill. She quickly pulls the curtain closed, then copses onto the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the nket, shivering.


    She covers her head with the nket, trying to alleviate the icy cold sensation.


    In recent days, nightmares have tormented her every night, leaving her sleep-deprived. Her body has weakened day by day, and she often feels an unexinable chill, as if she has suddenly plunged into an ice cer.


    During dinner with her colleagues, she felt weak but didn''t sense the cold.


    After washing up, before lying down on the bed, she feels an additional icy sensation on her body, making her shiver uncontrobly.


    Despite wrapping herself tightly in the nket, it doesn''t provide much warmth. She still feels very cold.


    "Why is it suddenly so cold?"


    The nket hasn''t brought the warmth Fifth Sister imagined, leaving her puzzled.


    "What''s happening tonight? Why does the room feel colder, even colder than outside?"


    "Well, it does feel a bit colder, maybe the temperature is dropping. It''s morefortable hiding under the nket."


    The conversation among the workers eases Fifth Sister''s doubts. The weather is getting colder day by day, and a sudden drop in temperature is possible.


    "I''ve been so paranoidtely. If I continue like this, I might scare myself to death. Better not think about random things."


    With these thoughts in mind, Fifth Sister took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.


    After a few rings, the call was answered, and a man''s weak voice came from the other end.


    "Fifth Sister, why are you calling me sote?"


    Worry showed on Fifth Sister''s face as she spoke with a concerned tone, "Old Zhang, I heard about what happened at your home. I''m sorry for your loss; try not to think too much."


    The call Fifth Sister made was to the contractor, Old Zhang. The person who answered was none other than Old Zhang, who had lost his beloved daughter.


    Upon mentioning the incident, Old Zhang''s voice choked up, and he responded, "Thank you for your concern. I''m fine."


    "We''re from the same vige, neighbors even. I''ve seen the child grow up. It''s hard for me too. I feel just as much sorrow as you," Fifth Sister sighed and continued.


    "Alright, let''s not talk about this anymore. Tell the brothers that once I finish dealing with the family matters, I''lle back immediately. No matter what, I''ll make sure we get our wages back. Tell them not to worry."


    Old Zhang''s voice choked, and towards the end, he seemed to be struggling to contain his inner sadness. He then hung up the phone on his own.


    Hearing the beeping sound from the phone, Fifth Sister sighed and put away her mobile phone.


    The voices of Fifth Sister and Old Zhang were clearly audible to the other workers in the room. Though they didn''t hear Old Zhang''s side of the conversation, based on what Fifth Sister said, they understood it was a call with Old Zhang.


    When Fifth Sister sighed without continuing, some curious workers inquired.


    "Fifth Sister! How is Old Zhang doing?"


    A woman''s voice came from one of the bunks. Even though the speaker couldn''t be seen, they had spent enough time together to recognize each other by voice.


    Without getting up, Fifth Sister tightened her nket a bit more and replied, "Old Zhang is not doing well. His emotions are very unstable, and he speaks with a choked voice. It seems this incident has hit him hard!"


    "Of course, it''s a massive blow. Any parent would be devastated if something like this happened to their child," a male voice from another bunkmented.


    "Yeah, it''s heartless. They don''t spare even the children," Fifth Sister responded.


    After a few more exchanges, the dormitory gradually fell silent. Some even started snoring, exhausted from the day''s work, quickly falling asleep.


    However, Fifth Sister tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep for a long time.


    She had thought that as time passed, the inside of the nket would be warmer. To her surprise, curled up inside the nket, she not only didn''t feel any warmth but felt even colder.


    The usuallyforting nket now gave her a damp sensation, as if it had been soaked in water. When she used the light from her mobile phone to inspect the nket closely, she found it was perfectly normal, with no signs of being wet. This illusion puzzled and frightened her.


    Additionally, every time she closed her eyes, she felt someone staring at her from the edge of the bed. But when she opened her eyes, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window, she saw nothing by the bedside.


    In fact, there was something by her bedside, but she couldn''t see it.


    Moreover, it seemed the presence didn''t want her to see it at the moment, so when she looked towards the bedside, it appeared empty.


    If the entity wanted her to see or if she had the ability to see ghosts, she would have been terrified to find a little girl standing at the edge of her bed.


    The little girl was soaked, as if just pulled out of water, and her eyes were fixedly staring at Fifth Sister!