Taoist priest goes to America

Ang Lee turned to Gu Jinghong and asked, "Where is the rented apartment they're staying in?"

"Sigh—" Gu Jinghong sighed, stood up, "I'll take you there, it's within walking distance. You can see the goods and then decide."

Gu Jinghong led the way, with Li An following behind him, walking towards the other end of the street. They crossed a street and stopped in front of an old-fashioned three-story apartment building.

Go up the stairs to room 407 on the fourth floor. The iron door was half-open, with a layer of rust on the hinge. Gu Jinghong reached out and pushed, and the door opened.

"I contacted them beforehand." He pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Li An go in first.

A stench wafted out: a mixture of sourness, urine, the stench of fermented takeout, and the smell of cheap air freshener—a terrifying odor that emanated from a sealed space that had been stuffy all day.

The living room was cluttered with miscellaneous items. Four or five layers of takeout boxes were stacked on the coffee table, the leftovers on the top layer were dried out, and the hamburger boxes contained moldy lettuce that had been picked out. Coke cups lay on the floor, leaving a ring of dark brown sugar sauce after drying. Pasta and pizza sauce had congealed into a thin, dark red crust inside the boxes, which were covered with a thick layer of flies.

Empty medicine bottles were scattered everywhere, some standing on the TV cabinet, some rolled under the sofa. The labels on the medicine bottles were printed with the names of the drugs: estradiol, spironolactone, and cyproterone acetate (all of which are feminizing and anti-androgenic drugs).

Mixed among the medicine containers were used syringes, crumpled aluminum foil packages, and some urine bags and feces bags filled to the brim.

The walls were covered with posters, alternating between rainbow flags and transgender flags, and several had English slogans: "Transgender rights are human rights." "Transgender women are the real women."

The living room curtains were drawn, and the streetlights outside were filtered into an orange-red hue, shining on the takeout boxes on the floor, making the light in the entire space appear murky and viscous.

The door to the inner room opened, and the transgender woman came out.

He was shirtless, wearing only a short black and red lace skirt. The skirt was very short, revealing a section of his flat, fair abdomen above and his smooth, full, and elastic thighs below. His calves were covered with shiny, oily stockings.

His hair was dyed light blonde and tied into two loose pigtails, hanging down on both sides of his collarbone.

With narrowed shoulders and a slender waist, her entire body has been reshaped by hormones, and even her walking posture carries a deliberate sense of softness.

He wore light makeup and bright red lip gloss, making his face appear completely feminine.

He saw two people standing at the door, and his expression lit up.

"You're here, meow~"

His voice was sweet and soft, like that of a little girl. He spoke in a way that mimicked the tone of a young girl, with a slight tremor at the end of each sentence. To put it simply, it was like a "clamp".

He stood in the middle of the living room, his hands clasped in front of him, and tilted his head slightly. "I've been waiting for so long, meow~"

Li An stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the half-open bedroom door behind Ren Mingxuan. Through the doorway, he could see a small bed covered with pink floral sheets, and two plush toys on the pillows.

Several pink handcuffs and nylon ropes were hanging on the inside of the bed, which was quite amusing.

There was a row of bottles and jars on the table: foundation, lipstick, eyeliner, and makeup brushes in a pen holder.

Packets of open baby balloons were scattered on the corner of the table, and a large pile of pink toys were sticking out of the storage box next to it.

Next to the small vanity mirror on the dressing table were these items: several tubes of lubricant in different colors, many faded electric silicone toys, and a small bottle of moisturizing spray.

The walls were covered with posters more than the living room, all magazine clippings of female models and rainbow flags. Several women's dresses and a pink bathrobe hung on a clothes rack, and several pairs of high heels were piled on the floor.

The curtains were light pink lace, drawn tightly shut, blocking out all the light from outside.

The sweet, cloying scent in the room was even stronger than in the living room, like a spilled jar of body lotion.

Ren Mingxuan didn't notice his gaze. He stood in the center of the living room, a flattering smile on his face. He held his left hand to his chest and raised his right hand, pressing his fingers against his chin to look cute.

Ang Lee's expression remained unchanged, but the muscles in his hands tensed up.

Goosebumps rose on his skin. The other person's affected, sweet voice brushed against his eardrums like a caterpillar, sending a wave of nausea through his body and making him feel a physiological aversion from the bottom of his heart.

Li An suppressed his nausea and asked Ren Mingxuan, "Where is your father?"

Ren Mingxuan turned around and pointed towards the sofa.

Ang Lee looked at the spot Ren Mingxuan pointed to. Only one of the corpse's hands was sticking out from the clutter. A mountain of takeout boxes was piled up next to the corpse, and some of the boxes had been deformed by the corpse. Sauce was seeping out from the side of the sofa.

The sofa back was slumped over, covered with a layer of garbage, and the body was stuck in the gap between the backrest and the armrest.

"My dad's over here, meow~ You guys can see for yourselves, meow~ Remember to give him a good price after you're done, meow~" A disgustingly cutesy voice came from here, and Ren Mingxuan hopped over to his father's corpse.

"He left this afternoon. His liver problem hadn't gotten better. I was going to tell him to go to the hospital, but he said it wasn't necessary."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's my own fault for not treating the cat."

"Then he just lay on this sofa, from last Thursday until just now, and then he died, meow~" Ren Mingxuan blinked like a cartoon girl while making a "V" sign with his right hand.

Gu Jinghong stood at the door without going in, his gaze shifting from Ren Mingxuan to the corpse, without saying a word.

"How much, meow?" Ren Mingxuan asked, his voice becoming increasingly shrill, sounding even more disgusting than before.

Ang Lee stood in the center of the living room, looking down at the empty medicine bottles on the floor, at the person stuck on the sofa, and at the androgynous guy in front of him trying to act cute.

He could no longer contain himself and raised his hand to deliver a right hook.

The punch landed squarely on Ren Mingxuan's left cheek with a dull thud.

Ren Mingxuan's head suddenly veered to the left, his body turning half a circle, hitting the door frame behind him and bouncing back. He fell into the pile of takeout boxes and empty medicine bottles, the plastic boxes under him being crushed and making a series of cracking sounds.

Ren Mingxuan's left cheek was completely swollen and red, his mouth was even more severely cut, and his lower lip was split open, with blood gushing out from the gap and dripping down his chin onto his bare collarbone.

His left eyelid was squeezed so thin by the bruise that it was barely a slit. The thick layer of foundation was crushed under the punch, leaving a clear mark and revealing the original skin color underneath.

He lay motionless among the pile of broken plastic and sauce. After a while, Ren Mingxuan grabbed at the ground, then quickly pushed himself up and sat up.

His hair was disheveled, and a small patch of light golden hair was stuck to the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Ren Mingxuan wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, glanced at the bloodstains on his hand, and raised his head to say in a voice that was much more normal than before:

"Are you fucking crazy?"

His voice lacked that sweet, cloying tone, and the feigned softness was gone; it carried a masculine roar of anger.

"So you can talk properly after all?" Li An clenched his fist and grinned maliciously.