The police car drove along the desolate highway, as Chief Henry sat in the passenger seat, leisurely sipping his freshly bought Starbucks.
Yet the strange stench from that corpse still lingered, swirling relentlessly in his nasal cavity, refusing to dissipate completely.
Henry couldn't help but rub his nose and cursed with some annoyance, "Jade Pool, what the hell is going on? Why does it smell so bad? This is the worst-smelling corpse I've ever encountered."
The officer driving chuckled and handed over a mint spray, "Try this, maybe it'll make you feel a little better."
...
In the back compartment, several officers sat on the metal seats on either side, taking out their phones for idle chatter.
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