The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

"You can look out the window and see the road in this rainstorm." Kate pointed to the asphalt road outside the window.

Through the thick rain curtain, Philadelphia's asphalt road still glowed coldly like a dead fish belly.

"If I had driven any faster, we wouldn't have had to bother the assassins sent by the Senator, and we would have naturally crashed and died."

At this time, Charlie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, wiped the foggy right front window in confusion and looked out.

Unfortunately, countless raindrops falling like glass needles blocked her view.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Li Shanze noticed Xia Li's uneasiness.

"No, maybe I was wrong." Miss Witch shook her head.

At this time, the black Chevrolet had turned right and drove onto Highway 95.

The moment the Chevrolet Suburban rolled over the manhole cover, the roar of the twelve-cylinder engine roared from the depths of the rain like muffled spring thunder.

The twelve-ton Peterbilt 389 suddenly cut in from the ramp, its front bumper precisely aimed at the Suburban's rear axle.

Hearing the sound, Li Shanze turned his head.

Then Li Shanze saw the man in the baseball cap in the cab of the "Optimus Prime" with an expressionless and indifferent face.

Only the mouth that kept chewing gum showed that he was a living person.

"Fuck, an American dump truck!" Li Shanze cursed. He took out a pistol and rolled down the window.

The cold wind couldn't wait to get into the black Chevrolet. Li Shanze leaned out half of his body and let the raindrops hit his hat and windbreaker.

Kate sounded the siren, but the flashing red and blue lights and whistling sirens could not stop the Peterbilt 389.

Li Shanze looked at the driver who seemed determined to win, and at the heavy truck that was getting closer and closer to the Chevrolet, and pulled the trigger.

The pistol bullet whizzed out of the gun and hit the windshield of the truck, then bounced away playfully.

There was a hint of mockery in the driver's cold eyes.

"Damn, bulletproof glass!" Li Shanze spat, then pointed the gun downwards at the heavy wheel hub and pulled the trigger again.

Under Li Shanze's precise shooting, the right front wheel of the Peterbilt was deflated by the bullet.

The truck driver was desperately turning the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, as if he couldn't wait to go to hell.

Kate bit her tongue and used her blood to amplify the holy light of the car.

She reinforced the Chevrolet's hull with holy light, trying to prepare for the impact.

At the same time, a bunch of wildly growing plants suddenly expanded from the asphalt road, struggling to stop the out-of-control truck.

The price was that it was crushed to pieces.

"Be careful, there's another truck ahead!" Charlie warned loudly.

"Ice! Xia Li! Put a layer of ice on the road in front of the truck!" Li Shanze shouted to Xia Li in the same loud voice.

In almost just a moment, the truck in front, which was also an uninvited guest, lost control on the ice and twisted into an extremely funny dance, but this dance was full of murderous intent.

"Now!" Kate roared.

Then she stepped on the accelerator and swerved the steering wheel.

The Chevrolet chassis roared like a cast iron cathedral, and the four wheels left thorny brake marks on the slippery road.

The Chevrolet narrowly escaped from the squeeze between the two trucks, with only its sacred protective shield being scratched.

Immediately afterwards, the two out-of-control trucks roared and collided with each other, making a tremendous roar.

Amidst the fierce and brilliant explosions, the Chevrolet glided across the ice with its head held high, driving away at high speed from the truck that had been smashed into two piles of scrap metal.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Damn it, you want to kill me, bah!" Dr. Miller, who escaped, laughed heartily and rarely uttered swear words that were not suitable for his status.

Dr. Miller adjusted his glasses which had been tilted, and then put a sharp scalpel that he had pulled out from somewhere to the throat of the man in black.

At the same time, Li Shanze's gun was pressed against the back of the black-clad man's head.

Li Shanze nodded to Dr. Miller, and the two exchanged glances.

"Hey, bro!" Li Shanze said cheerfully, imitating the black man's tone. "Don't try to act rashly. I noticed you just used the sound of two cars colliding to quietly break free from the handcuffs."

"Yes, I noticed that too! Don't even think about running away, my good friend!" Dr. Miller said with some gritted teeth.

The man in black, Sean, had a scalpel against his neck and a pistol pressed against the back of his head, so he had to raise his hands high to show his submission.

The shackles he had just freed gleamed on his raised wrists.

Although Sean is black, his face now looks even darker.

Author's words: Thanks to book friends 30600563, Silver Thirteen, and Polar Bear for their recommendations.

149 Dose of Fear

Maybe it was because Li Shanze countered his spatial spell, maybe it was because Li Shanze and Dr. Miller saw through his attempt to quietly break free from the handcuffs, or maybe it was because Dump Truck Iai didn't want to leave him alive.

The more likely possibility is that all three reasons are combined. In short, the man in black then behaved very cooperatively.

He behaved well on the way to the police station and did not cause any more trouble. He was taken to the Philadelphia Police Headquarters in peace.

Even more interesting is that he seems quite familiar with the Philadelphia Police Department.

He almost took the lead and walked in front, obediently and voluntarily entering the interrogation room.

"Name?"

"Sean, Harry Sean."

"Your name is also Harry Sean? The same as Officer Sean from the Philadelphia Police Department?" Kate raised her eyebrows.

Sean smiled and said, "Is there a possibility that I am Officer Sean himself?"

He raised his head and looked around the interrogation room. "I never thought that I would be the suspect again."

The smile between his brows seemed full of memories.

There is no doubt that this is an attempt to find a psychological advantage and dominate the conversation.

Li Shanze used his eyes to stop Kate who was about to get angry. He stood up with interest and paced around the stool of Sean, the man in black.

The biggest inspiration to Li Shanze from the conversation with McGee was not anything else, but the fact that wizards manipulate the power of the mind.

It is precisely because this power comes from the spirit, from within the mind rather than from some real object.

Therefore, wizards are more likely to be misled than ordinary people, and even fall into existential crisis.

Don't you like using witchcraft to manipulate other people's memories? Then how can you guarantee that your memory hasn't been manipulated by witchcraft?

Most ordinary people would just sneer at questions like this - instead of asking so many unnecessary questions, you might as well think about what to eat in the evening.

But for the wizards of this world, Li Shanze believes that such questions can easily lead them to nihilism.

Li Shanze decided to verify his guess on the man in black, Sean.

"Okay, be honest." Li Shanze didn't bother to look at the black-clad Sean's expression. "How can you be sure that this memory is your own, or implanted from outside?"

"Do you think this childish philosophical game can shake me?" Sean sneered.

He licked his bloody fangs, and the new handcuffs made a crisp sound as they shook.

"We wizards do fall into existential crises, but it's not something that an amateur like you can guide through with simple logic games. If we did that, wizards would have been extinct long ago—"

Then he was immediately interrupted mercilessly by Li Shanze.

"Really? Think about that police puppet, and then think about Robert Stroman who you dragged into surgery!"

Charlie unfolded an illusion in her hand at the right time. It was the Philadelphia on a rainy night that the man in black, Sean, had just seen with his own eyes.

However, the illusion was no longer about the Chevrolet narrowly avoiding the collision of two heavy trucks at the critical moment, but the Chevrolet being ruthlessly crushed into pieces by the double attack.

Li Shanze took the opportunity to ask, "How can you be sure that this illusion didn't really happen just now, and that everything you see before you is just an illusion in your dying moments?"

Sean's Adam's apple rolled twice, and the veins on his forehead began to throb under the fluorescent lights in the interrogation room.

"When you seem to be able to manipulate memories at will, as if you can rewrite other people's cognition, you seem to be very proud of it."

"But how can you prove that you are not an illusion created by others, and how can you prove that your memory has not been manipulated?"

Sean actually said something right, the existential crisis of wizards is not something that any ordinary person can lead to.

However, in Sean's eyes, Li Shanze is not an ordinary person.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to completely destroy the space spell that Li Shanze is proud of with just a slight cough. This makes Sean full of fear of Li Shanze.

Sean subconsciously treated Li Shanze's questioning as some kind of insightful advice - he must have discovered the flaws in my witchcraft!

Under the influence of this mentality, Sean felt as if he heard the hissing of a liquid nitrogen tank leaking from the wreckage of the truck.

The backlash from the space magic that was interrupted by Li Shanze once again created intense pain in his body.

Sean shuddered violently, a drowning gurgling sound coming from his throat.

He felt terrified and wanted to vomit blood.

Li Shanze patted Sean's trembling shoulders and said, "Since you are so good at creating false memories, how can you be sure that your fear at this moment is real?"

…………

Looking through the one-way transparent glass window, Li Shanze was speechless as he watched the man in black, Sean, shivering in the corner and muttering to himself.

"I think I overexerted myself. He scared himself like an idiot." Li Shanze sighed, clutching his forehead. "Now he won't listen to anything I ask him."

Kate was also a little amused.

She wanted to laugh, but laughing at her master was not good; she wanted to scold, but scolding her master was worse.

Unable to open her mouth to mock or scold, Kate's expression became a half-smile.

Li Shanze asked, "Can't we use holy light to soothe him?"

"If the Holy Light heals the backlash from the witchcraft, I'm afraid he'll take the opportunity to escape again." Kate shrugged. "This is the most troublesome space wizard."

Li Shanze nodded. "And, as we've seen, the shackles of the Special Affairs Department don't actually have much effect on him..."

Charlie then said, "I'll go make some calming herbs, maybe they can help."

Not long after, Charlie came back and pointed to the lounge in the distance, where Dr. Miller was waving to the two of them.

At this point, Dr. Miller volunteered, "Everyone, although I'm only a cardiac surgeon, I have some experience with CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy). It looks like Mr. Sean is having an acute panic attack. Perhaps I could help?"

After getting Kate's permission, he walked into the interrogation room.

He took out his stethoscope and watch and measured the heartbeat of Sean, the man in black.

After a moment, Dr. Miller said with certainty, "It's sinus tachycardia, over 180 beats per minute. This is an acute panic attack."

Although it was known that wizards had a strong fear of existential crisis, such a direct manifestation still allowed Li Shanze to quantify the fear in his mind.

"Draw all the blinds, close the windows, turn off the glaring ceiling lights, and find a warm wall lamp." Dr. Miller commanded calmly.

Dr. Miller then discussed with Kate, who was about to leave the interrogation room, "For this type of acute phobia, considering the conditions of the Philadelphia Police Department, the methods currently available include exposure therapy, cognitive restructuring, or EDMR (eye movement desensitization)..."

"Which option is the fastest?" Kate asked calmly.

Dr. Miller hesitated. "Well, the quick solution might be—"

Kate interrupted Dr. Miller: "The sooner the better. After all, your life is still in danger."

"Well, we can inject him with lorazepam to quickly calm him down, but benzodiazepines do have some side effects..."

At this time, Li Shanze noticed that after discussing the treatment plan, the man in black, Sean, had calmed down a little.

"What are the side effects?" Li Shanze asked at the right time.

While asking the question, Li Shanze secretly winked at Dr. Miller.

Dr. Miller understood, so he deliberately hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering, "The side effects of this type of drug, um, may cause the patient to suffer from temporary amnesia... um?"

Hearing the keyword "short-term amnesia", the man in black, Sean, hugged Dr. Miller's thigh.

Sean's roar was heartbreaking: "No, no amnesia! Please, I don't want to lose my memory! I don't want to lose my memory! I will tell you anything you ask!"

150 Reset 1619 Plan

After the man in black, Sean, became completely obedient, he became quite cooperative and answered every question.

He also clearly describes Police Officer Sean's life story and any major events that led to his career turning point.