The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Upon hearing that her blood samples might be used to harm others, Xia Li's eyes lit up with fighting spirit. She clenched her fists and said, "Yes, I will definitely get them back myself!"

"The FBI's Special Affairs Division will fully assist you, but we'll keep things low-key." Kate smiled. "By the way, remember to keep this information confidential. Only the three of us know about it now."

Kate then pulled Li Shanze aside and whispered, "The two vials of blood you sent over have been tested and confirmed to be the blood of the voodoo witch doctor you killed last night. Moreover, they can be used to cure the blood curse."

"Can the blood curse be cured with just blood?"

"Yes, fresh blood is needed, but 50 milliliters of blood is needed for each cure," Kate replied. "It's still unclear why the witch doctor's blood is frozen at -196°C."

Now Li Shanze understood why the witch doctor said, "Only I have medicine that can cure the plague."

It turns out that the blood curse can be cured by using local materials and the blood of the person who cast the curse...

"There's no need to let Xia Li know about this. No, to be exact, try not to let anyone else know." Li Shanze warned calmly.

"Yes. I thought so too." Kate nodded.

Looking at Kate's calm expression, Li Shanze smiled. He had no idea how much effort Kate had put in to restrain herself from saying "Master" which was about to come out of her mouth.

Li Shanze wanted to give Kate a few more words of advice. He felt that this "immortality technology" was shrouded in mystery, and even clearly advertised itself as a wizarding organization. This series of events was probably closely related to them.

However, Xia Li noticed that Li Shanze was lagging behind and whispering something to Kate. She quickly ran back and grabbed Li Shanze's hand: "Hey, come on, come with me to look for something! Kate and the others are very busy!"

What if Lee finds out Kate is his slave? We can't give them a chance to talk alone!

Charlie's ideas are simple and her actions are direct.

"Okay, okay, here I come, don't pull me." Li Shanze was pulled by Xia Li and trotted into the elevator. Xia Li couldn't wait to press the first floor button.

"Alas, there are only two of us. Finding something is like looking for a needle in a haystack. We should ask the FBI for help." Li Shanze muttered.

Charlie, unwilling to let Li Shanze and Kate have more contact, had to make an excuse: "Hey, it's my blood after all. I can actually sense it."

"Really? Then where do you say they are?"

"Really, it's only limited to 500 meters." Xia Li said embarrassedly.

Li Shanze sighed. "It's not impossible. I'll rent a car and let's drive around Philadelphia—you'd better pray they're still in Philadelphia."

With a ding, the elevator opened.

Charlie's expression looked a little strange: "Maybe we don't need to go through so much trouble."

"Borrow a helicopter from Grey? And find out about her father's complicated constituency and sphere of influence? That's not impossible—wait, what do you mean?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "I feel them."

107 Liberty Bell

Hearing Xia Li say this, Li Shanze frowned.

"You mean to say that you detected them in downtown Philadelphia, within a 500-meter radius of the Philadelphia Police Headquarters?"

Charlie also became serious. She stretched out her hand and pointed to the south: "Yes, they are in that direction."

"Is it moving?" Li Shanze tried to figure out whether this was because the vehicle transporting the blood samples happened to pass by, or if the blood samples were placed inside the city center.

"No, no, they just stay there quietly." Charlie shook her head.

"It would be fine if they were just preserved, but if they were deliberately chosen in a crowded place like the city center..." Li Shanze touched his chin.

Upon hearing this, Xia Li immediately walked out quickly: "I will never allow this to happen!"

Charlie found it particularly difficult to accept that her blood sample could be made into a weapon to kill others.

Miss Witch walked out of the Philadelphia Police Headquarters with a swift gait, stepped onto Seventh Street, and headed straight south, her brown hair fluttering in the cold wind.

Li Shanze quickly followed: "Wait a minute, what if this is a trap, Xia Li, don't be impulsive! We should at least contact F first--"

Li Shanze swallowed the words about contacting the FBI halfway through.

Because after walking south along Seventh Street and passing the Philadelphia African American Museum, the Philadelphia FBI building suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The FBI building is located on the southeast corner of the African American Museum, and just south of the African American Museum is the Philadelphia Federal Detention House.

In short, the Philadelphia African American Museum "happens to be" sandwiched between the Philadelphia Police Headquarters and the Philadelphia Federal Detention Center, with the FBI building next to it.

Li Shanze had no time to think about this hellish joke arrangement for the time being, because his thoughts were occupied by another problem.

Since the Philadelphia FBI building is very close to the Philadelphia Police Headquarters, less than 200 meters away, why did Kate bring her team to the police station instead of the FBI building?

Li Shanze swallowed the topic of contacting the FBI first.

"I'll contact Kate first." Li Shanze said.

Although Xia Li followed Li Shanze's advice and slowed down her pace, she still walked firmly south.

When Li Shanze hung up the phone, the two had already walked east through the FBI building and then south along Sixth Street.

"It's right there." Xia Li whispered in Li Shanze's ear, pointing towards the gathered crowd.

A large number of black people - or to put it more accurately, a large number of African Americans - gathered in the square of Independence National Historical Park, their voices roaring, and they surrounded a thin and determined black man.

Charlie pointed at the leading black man, her brow furrowed. "I can feel it. My blood sample is on him."

"Calvin Hope. He's standing in front of the Liberty Bell. What tricks are he planning to play?" Kate appeared at the right time.

Li Shanze raised his eyebrows when he heard the name: "Calvin Hope?"

Kate nodded. "Yes, he's a civil rights activist from Philadelphia and a state senator from Pennsylvania. He's planning to run for the U.S. Senate in this year's midterm elections. Charlie, are you sure he has your blood sample?"

"Yes, I felt them on him." Charlie nodded. "Now, can we arrest him?"

The blood sample ended up in his hands again?

Li Shanze frowned and looked at the determined black man - this was very different from the image of the black man he heard in the senator's phone call last night.

"If we don't want to make things worse, we'd better wait until the media has dispersed before taking any action." Kate shook her head and pointed around.

Countless cameras and video cameras, countless mobile phones, were all pointed at the thin black man.

At this moment, Calvin Hope pressed down with both hands, and the originally noisy crowd miraculously quieted down.

Calvin Hope casually tapped the bronze Liberty Bell with his fingers, causing the bell to emit a low hum.

Then, he stroked his fingers over the Liberty Bell, and delivered his speech in front of countless television stations and reporters' cameras, and in front of countless mobile phone cameras.

"My dear fellow citizens! Happy New Year! I want you to know that when this bell tolled for white freedom in 1776 (fingers trace the cracks in the frosted Liberty Bell), our ancestors were crossing the Atlantic in the holds of slave ships, writing another Declaration of Independence with their blood and lives!"

Charlie's voice rang out urgently: "I feel my blood sample starting to resonate. I'm not sure what he's going to do, but I don't want to wait any longer!"

"The arrest of a black civil rights activist by white FBI agents while he was giving a speech about racial oppression at Independence National Historical Park in Philadelphia—especially when the speech was broadcast live nationwide—in full view of the entire nation is likely to provoke quite dire consequences."

Kate said calmly.

Charlie wanted to argue: "But——"

Li Shanze had already given a suggestion: "Xia Li, use large-scale witchcraft to roll up all the cameras. Can't witchcraft disable these things?"

At this moment, Calvin Hope pointed to the snow in the corner of Independence Park and said, "Look at this frozen square! Doesn't it look like the silenced truth?"

The thin black man raised his arms and held up the silver cross pendant in his hand, and the cross projected a hologram of a slave ship.

"But today! We will remake history with something hotter than steel!"

The silver cross pendant glowed red.

"My blood sample is in there!" Charlie took out her staff and began to prepare a wide-area spell, her long hair moving without wind.

Calvin Hope is shouting: "We will use 'love' to melt the ice of oppression!"

Li Shanze always felt that the pronunciation of "爱" was strange, as if it contained some strange accent.

"He wasn't talking about love. He was talking about 'life energy' in Yoruba, a voodoo spell. According to the FBI Special Affairs Division's laboratory, this spell, combined with his current training, is a ritual that can cause the audience to secrete an excessive amount of oxytocin, increasing obedience by over 47%." Kate explained quickly and in a low voice.

"That's why he is good at speaking, right? In fact, he is also a voodoo witch doctor, not an orator." Li Shanze sneered.

Kate nodded. She hadn't noticed when she grasped the lance in her hand. "He's using voodoo techniques. I have every reason to intervene."

"Let our blood be the ink to write freedom!" Calvin Hope was still roaring, attracting almost everyone's attention.

More than 300 people cut their fingers unconsciously, and blood dripped onto Independence Square, flowing back into runes.

Li Shanze suddenly realized that this was a nationwide live broadcast of a shaman dance - to be precise, it was some kind of voodoo sacrificial ceremony.

Looking at Charlie who was already chanting the spell and Kate who was beginning to condense the holy light, Li Shanze also made the final preparations.

Li Shanze quietly came to the side of the CNN broadcast reporter, and while everyone's attention was attracted by Calvin Hope, he knocked her unconscious with a knife, and then took the microphone in his hand.

If things can't be done, I might as well speak up, Li Shanze thought.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by.

Charlie had already begun casting her spell.

Many TV stations suddenly lost their signals, and many viewers who woke up from their TVs screamed in surprise, not knowing why their fingers were cut.

Countless live broadcast rooms showed that the anchors were offline. In the live broadcast rooms, question marks rolled like a tide, and countless keyboards were soaked in blood.

Calvin Hope seemed oblivious to all this. He ripped his shirt madly, revealing the countless scars on his body. He roared, "Every scar on our body—"

Those who had cut their fingers at the scene had red glow on their bodies, and the areas of red glow corresponded exactly to the scars on Calvin Hope's body.

"Every scar will turn into a revolution—" Calvin Hope's words were interrupted before he could finish them. He pulled the Liberty Bell in front of him and dodged to the side.

With a loud bang, the Liberty Bell - the bell commissioned by the Whitechapel Bell Foundry in 1752 by the Pennsylvania Legislature and rung to summon the citizens of Philadelphia before the reading of the Declaration of Independence on July 8, 1776 - was pierced by the lance thrown by Kate and turned into countless bronze fragments.

However, Calvin Hope's resistance ended there, and he had to raise his hands in the face of Kate's approaching gun tip.

"Calvin Hope, you've been arrested on suspicion of inciting the public, manipulating others' will, gathering a group to practice witchcraft, possessing dangerous goods, and destroying national cultural relics!"

Kate shouted majestically.

Calvin Hope did not struggle or resist. He grinned and was obediently handcuffed by Kate.

The knight snatched Calvin Hope's silver cross and purified it with holy light. Considering that Charlie was maintaining wide-area witchcraft, he threw the blood sample to Li Shanze.

The large spell was canceled, and the runes made of blood seeped into the soil and disappeared.

Those who had cut their fingers and gathered at the scene fell to the ground in scattered pieces.

Li Shanze shook his head. Things were going too smoothly. There must be something wrong.

This Calvin Hope didn't even seem like the same difficult Calvin Hope who'd been on the phone last night.

Li Shanze had a premonition that Kate's arrest of Calvin Hope did not mean the end of the matter. On the contrary, the storm had just begun.

Author's words: Thanks to Polar Bear for the recommendation

108 Echoes

Just as Li Shanze expected, the media was in an uproar, Philadelphia was in an uproar, and the United States was in an uproar.

"Police Badges and Reverse Pentagrams: Philadelphia Stages the 21st Century Salem Witch Trials" Editor's Note: The "voodoo blood curses" seized by police are actually traditional West African healing methods.

This was the front page headline of the New York Times.

When Don Quixote Meets the Yoruba Mask: Who Demonizes Black Cultural Struggle?

Illustration: Kate is holding Calvin Hope, close-up of the silver handcuffs. The background of the photo is not Philadelphia, but a modern slave ship pattern.

This is the Washington Post.

From Cotton Fields to Trending Twitter Searches: The White Savior Complex's Variations in the Holy Spirit Chronicle

From Philadelphia's local newspaper, the Philadelphia Daily News.

When Floyd's Ghost Learns to Seal: On the Supernatural Turn of Systemic Racism

This is a relatively in-depth investigative report written by the Philadelphia Inquirer.

Knights of Justice or the New Lynching? White Police Officer's Arrest of Black Civil Rights Leader Sparks Controversy

This is the official editorial of the Associated Press. For the Associated Press, which has always leaned towards the Democratic Party, it is a rare impartiality. Ironically, this seems to be the only report that cares about the facts.

In Li Shanze's view, the conservative media is not helpful at all.

Exclusive Exposed! Black Lives Matter Leaders Use Voodoo Blood Curses to Manipulate Voters — Brave Police Put an End to Satanic Ritual!

Subtitle: Liberal media actually calls this a "cultural expression." Has America bowed to Satan?!

This is the voice of Christ Magazine, which represents the position of American Catholics.

Fox was on full blast on TV, but Li Shanze felt a headache listening to Rush Limbaugh's passionate roar on TV.