The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Li Shanze pushed open the door of the temporary detention room.

Calvin Hope, who was imprisoned, raised his head and looked at his lawyer with expectant eyes.

Under Calvin Hope's gaze, the lawyer shook his head in shame: "Sorry, Calvin, that woman refuses to grant bail. I can't help you."

Then the civil rights activist's eyes suddenly became firm.

He pointed to the iron bars of the temporary detention room and said, "Look up, my friend. Do you see these iron bars?"

"In 1776, they used slave shackles to forge the Liberty Bell; on the first day of the Quaker Year, the New Age Klansmen are eager to put new shackles on us called witchcraft!"

Although there were only two people in the audience, the civil rights activist spoke eloquently.

“When white judges bring down their gavels, is that the sound of wood clashing that we hear? No, it is the echo of the broken spines of our ancestors in the tobacco fields of Virginia!”

"They say I'm guilty? That's because they're afraid of me, afraid of us! Afraid of the energy we unleash! Afraid that we'll settle their charges!"

"Every live broadcast signal that is cut off is a truth that has been strangled! Every deleted video is an urn of truth!"

"Remember, my brother, when the cracks in the Liberty Bell crept into the oak table of the Supreme Court, the sparks that truly shattered our chains were brighter than any Independence Day fireworks!"

The lawyer's blood boiled at this impromptu speech: "Don't worry, Calvin, we will never forget the struggle!"

"Cough! Cough cough!" Li Shanze held his throat and coughed twice.

Calvin Hope, the tall, thin man, fell to the ground with a thud.

The lawyer's eyes were red. He turned his head sharply and asked Li Shanze, "What did you do to my client? Are you finally going to murder him?"

Li Shanze shook his head and pointed at the black man's body on the ground: "I suggest you take a closer look, Mr. Lawyer, is he really your client?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about—who is he?" the lawyer cried uncontrollably.

Lying on the ground was the body of a strange black man, not a simple voodoo doll.

Author's words: Thanks to Polar Bear and the Unreached for their recommendations

110 Dolls

Li Shanze ignored the stunned lawyer and quickly left the temporary detention room.

As he expected, Kate was guarding the door of the temporary detention room.

"How is it?" Kate asked.

"It's a long story. I suggest we interrogate Officer Sean first." Li Shanze chuckled. "Tell me you've got him under control."

Li Shanze had previously had doubts about Sean's image as a righteous black policeman who seemed to have walked out of an American middle-class model opera.

Although Americans are well disciplined and everyone tries hard to live according to stereotypes, it seems a bit too deliberate to be so stereotyped in private.

Therefore, Li Shanze felt a strong sense of disharmony in Sean. After he parted with Officer Sean, he immediately hinted that Kate had controlled him.

"No problem, Officer Sean and his partner are already in the interrogation room." Kate stared at Li Shanze curiously, "How did you realize something was wrong?"

Li Shanze smiled and shook his head. "I don't think Officer Sean and I have established enough trust to be worthy of his full respect. I'm afraid he's just passing on information to me, even if it's to mislead or test me."

"Remember how the wife of Mr. 'Don Juan' came to the Philadelphia Police Headquarters? She received an unknown phone call, and we all suspected that the call came from within the police department."

Kate nodded. "So, you're convinced Officer Sean is the mole?"

"Don't forget, he was also the first policeman to arrive at the Yongsheng Technology Building. I don't think this is necessarily a coincidence." Li Shanze said.

Kate nodded, agreeing with Li Shanze's judgment.

"Clay! Lopez! Get a forensic doctor to examine the body, compare the DNA and dental records, and try to figure out its true identity." After assigning the task, Kate said to Li Shanze, "Let's go. It looks like it's time to question Officer Sean and his partner."

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"Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Officer Sean." Li Shanze pulled out a chair and said with a smile, then he coughed violently a few times.

At this time, Officer Sean was no longer the upright policeman who would rather die than face injustice. Instead, he became arrogant and calm, with a relaxed smile on his face.

It seemed that he had anticipated this scene.

He smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you again so soon. It seems you're not too stupid, Agent Li. I hope you get well soon. I always like dealing with smart people."

Li Shanze shook his head: "Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, it's a pity that you are so stupid."

"I don't mind a little bit of verbal advantage. Someone wants me to tell you——"

Li Shanze waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him rudely: "Ahem, I have no interest in marionettes. Please ask your master to talk to me in person."

He pressed his hand to his throat and coughed violently several times.

Officer Sean, who originally had a relaxed smile on his face, suddenly became dull, and his eyes were not as bright as before.

Police Officer Sean stared, shaking his head mechanically up and down, looking at Li Shanze over and over again.

"How did you do that?" he asked in surprise.

The voice that came out of the black police officer's throat sounded old and hoarse, completely different from his previous deep and reliable voice.

"Ahem, well, this is also the question I want to ask. How did you do it?" Li Shanze asked back.

"Trade secret." The old voice said this word and stopped talking.

Officer Sean, who was originally sitting upright, fell down with a thud and turned into a cold and stiff corpse.

Looking at Officer Sean's young partner who was in a trance, Li Shanze always felt that this scene was familiar.

Li Shanze shook his head, stood up, and jokingly said, "Want to make a five-dollar bet on when he died? I mean the actual time of his death."

"Okay, let's make a bet. I bet he dies before Calvin Hope." Kate smiled and said with interest, "It's always easier to control small people than big people, isn't it?"

"That's why, when we need a small character, we only need to control one at hand." Li Shanze also smiled. "Get your five dollars ready. I'll take it."

"That's my line."

In the end, neither Li Shanze nor Kate won the other's five dollars.

This is not because the time of death of the two bodies in the autopsy report is exactly the same, to the minute, so they cannot determine the winner.

It is because these two people have never been "born", so naturally there is no "death".

To be precise, they are just well-made bionic dolls that look no different from real people and are lifelike enough to be mistaken for real people.

"In a sense, they are still voodoo dolls." Li Shanze was stunned when he saw the result.

It was not until he saw with his own eyes that the two "corpses" were dissected and found no internal organs, that he was convinced that this was not a bad joke.

…………

The media was once again in an uproar.

From Civil Rights Icon to Marionette: Calvin Hope Exposed as a Custom-Made Voodoo Doll for a Pharmaceutical Company

The left-wing media either remain silent or are forced to force themselves back to an objective and neutral stance.

Black magic invades the White House? FBI confirms protest leader is actually carrier of voodoo curse

Nike releases new "Revolutionary No. 1" voodoo doll: knees can automatically kneel to cater to the BLM trend

I bought the same voodoo doll as Hope on the dark web, and now I can manipulate the school district committee elections.

Apology: This publication mistakenly classified Calvin Hope as human

When Hope was arrested, he shouted "I can't breathe", but the medical examiner found that he did not have a lung!

Deep State Conspiracy: Hillary Clinton's Email Leaks Reveal She Used the Same Technology to Clone Obama

The right-wing media, on the other hand, was gloating as if they had won a great victory, making sarcastic remarks to the utmost, and also accompanied them with conspiracy theories, and they wanted to spread the news everywhere.

The BBC published an in-depth report in a sarcastic tone, "In-depth: From the Boston Tea Party to Silicon Valley AI Voodoo, a Brief History of the Industrialization of Protests in the United States."

In a Virginia villa near Washington, D.C., Senator Hamilton put his newspaper aside and sighed, "It seems our little ogre friend is overdoing it."

"What's the matter, dear? Even though we didn't make money from Pfizer stock, it at least helped you get rid of Calvin Hope, didn't it?" The senator's wife smiled and brought Senator Hamilton his after-breakfast coffee.

The senator smiled and downed his coffee. "Honestly, Miranda, it's not just my midterm election rival that's being eliminated... Worse yet, how many votes will be eliminated? The party is in an uproar and furious."

But the senator seemed in high spirits, far from feeling as bad as he said.

The senator's wife reacted immediately: "Kurt, you mean?"

"Yes! If the Republicans want on-site voting, then let them vote on-site! As long as puppets like this can be mass-produced, we can have as many votes as we want! They can pretend to be police officers to maintain law and order, and they can also pretend to be social activists to give speeches! Who dares to say that they are not real voters?" The senator sighed deeply.

Then he slapped the table triumphantly, and the empty coffee cup made a crisp clinking sound. "Now it's all exposed! The right-wing media has started to celebrate! The party was determined to win the next election! Now Eternal Life Technology must be held responsible!"

"Kurt, have you known the true identity of Calvin Hope for a long time?" the senator's wife asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I already knew it clearly."

The senator nodded.

"We are working with Eternal Life Technologies to conduct trials of puppet voters and campaign agents in Pennsylvania."

"Calvin Hope, the campaign puppet, will win over people of color and, if necessary, drop out of the race to give me all the votes—a puppet is always easier to control than Barack Obama, isn't it?"

The senator's wife asked in confusion, "Then why are you worried that Calvin Hope is a threat to you? Honey, I've seen all the irritability you've shown."

"What if Calvin Hope, controlled by Eternal Life Technology, didn't withdraw from the election as agreed? What if he successfully ran for office with the help of a large number of voting puppets? Who would sympathize with a loser who couldn't even win the election?"

The senator sneered and brushed the newspaper aside. "Do you expect me to believe in the political promises of those people?"

It is obvious that Senator Hamilton's interests are not completely consistent with those of the Democratic Party, and he is happy to see the failure of Eternal Life Technology.

"Honey, why on earth are we leaving Philadelphia?" the senator's wife suddenly asked.

"Of course it's because Philadelphia is not safe. Although what happened these days seems like a farce and has caused a frenzy, the threats posed by the voodoo blood curse and the wizard group of immortality technology are real, aren't they?"

The senator sighed irritably, then he said to his wife in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry I had to keep this from you, Miranda. This is a top secret within the party."

The senator's wife smiled softly. "It's okay, Kurt. This is the last thing you've hidden from me. I understand."

"Whether it's that movie star in Hollywood, that stage actress on Broadway, or that Latina in Miami, you're hiding it from me, honey."

Miranda Hamilton had a gentle smile on her face, and she spoke calmly and calmly, words that made the senator's hair stand on end. He suddenly felt cold all over.

"Coffee, in the coffee--" He looked at his wife with disbelief.

"Mr. McGee from the Philadelphia branch of Eternal Life Technology sends his greetings to you, my dear husband." Miranda Hamilton still maintained the decent and graceful smile that belonged to a senator's wife.

The senator's wife whispered softly, as if she were speaking sweet nothings to her husband: "A puppet is always much easier to control than a volatile and arrogant senator. Whether it's for the senator's wife, for immortality technology, or for the Democratic Party, isn't it?"

However, what was beyond the senator's wife's expectations was that her husband, who should have lowered his head and never raised it again, suddenly reached out and strangled her neck.

There was an expression of disbelief and surprise in her eyes, and she tried desperately to break free.

But the senator's hands were like iron pliers, tightly gripping her throat.

"You are still so cruel, my dear Miranda." Kurt Hamilton's mouth curled up, and his tone was still gentle.

"You're so eager to attack me, perhaps because I'm about to trace you, my dear second wife, as the one who killed Betty and John and their son. You used the same colorless, odorless, and undetectable poison that killed Betty."

The senator clenched his hands suddenly, and the senator's wife tilted her head and never opened her eyes again.

"How could I not be wary of you, dear?" The senator casually tossed the dead body to the ground, then calmly wiped his hands with a tissue. "How could I have attacked you without leaving Philadelphia and coming to the area around DC, where almost all mysteries are shielded?"

111 Wizarding Group and Immortality Technology

Li Shanze looked at the square outside the Philadelphia Police Headquarters. Even though it was already dusk, a large number of protesters were still gathered there unwillingly.

Rather than the absurd conclusion that Calvin Hope, the civil rights activist they once trusted and loved, was a "voodoo doll," black people would rather believe that this was just another systematic persecution of black people by white people.

At least the latter is exactly the same as what has happened in the past few hundred years, and judging from experience, it is also a more reasonable explanation.

Without the media's incitement, their anger seems deeper and more intense.

Li Shanze looked at the crowd that was reluctant to disperse and asked Kate a completely unrelated question: "Agent Mackenzie, when did you realize that something was wrong with Officer Sean? It seems you arrested him before I gave you the hint."

"When I was in Fern, I had already caught some clues about Eternal Life Technology. Of course, I also had some basic assessments of their possible informants. I had previously suspected that there was an informant planted by Eternal Life Technology in the Philadelphia Police Department, so I led my team directly into the police station."

Kate did not avoid Li Shanze's question, but answered it seriously.

"Is it that simple?" Li Shanze blinked.

Kate asked in surprise: "What else? What do you think the reason is?"

"When I passed by the FBI building less than 200 meters away, I imagined the internal factional struggles and intrigues." Li Shanze said half-jokingly.

Kate shook her head and laughed. "Unless they want the Special Affairs Division to be completely disabled, no matter how much strife there is within the FBI, it won't affect me."

The Great Knight's words were full of confidence and full of assurance.