Pocket Money

The killers did not wait any longer. They began searching his body. However, after searching for a long time, they found only about 60 dollars in pocket money. "Tell me, kid. Where did you hide it? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!" Charlie trembled all over like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The other killer, who was grabbing his neck, noticed that something was wrong. He said, "Why is the color of this little boy's back so strange? Hey, it looks like a fake layer of skin!" Rip! The layer of fake skin that didn't seem realistic was instantly torn off. Charlie struggled desperately and roared like a wolf cub, "Don't touch it! That's what my father left for me. You bad people. Don't touch it!" The killers ignored him. The layer of fake skin was torn off, but what fell out was not the finished drug and research materials. It was a piece of paper. There was a hastily written line of words on it. It read: "Only I know where the items you're looking for are. If anyone dares to hurt m