The trunk of the car was lined with layers of cardboard, and on top of it was a woven bag. The stench was clearly coming from the bag.
Ding Shuqing pulled out gloves from his pocket and gingerly unzipped the woven bag.
The smell got even worse, and Wang Zhiyuan, who had wisely stood back, couldn't help but cover his nose.
"Holy cow! What the heck is in there?" The driver gagged.
Ding Shuqing zipped the bag back up, "Take the car and the body in. Now."
Wang Zhiyuan approached after the trunk was closed.
Ding Shuqing gave him a wry smile, "Impressive! You could tell it was a body just from the bag." He didn't wait for a reply and hopped into one of the cop cars.
Wang Zhiyuan was about to leave when the driver grabbed him. "Hey buddy, you haven't paid!"
"Write up a receipt, bring it to the station tomorrow for cash." Wang Zhiyuan took advantage of the driver's momentary confusion and jumped into the car.