The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

1963, Birmingham Baptist Church, Alabama, bomb.

1712, Virginia, cotton fields, whipping.

1944, Tuskegee Syphilis Laboratory, Alabama, viral infection.

1916, Texas, crucifixion, burning at the stake.

……

The number of fallen black bodies was countless, and the ways of death were varied.

As a human being, Li Shanze didn't want to watch any longer.

Although Li Shanze was very dissatisfied with the trend of political correctness regarding black skin in his previous life - this was purely due to aesthetic reasons. Chinese people have regarded white as beautiful since ancient times.

In any case, the four hundred years of oppression of black people by white people in the Americas is a bloody fact.

The problem is not commemorating and remembering this oppression, the problem is the propaganda machine of the Democratic Party and offshore Democrats.

The problem is that the crimes were committed by white people, but white people want the whole world to reflect on them.

You white people are carrying out systematic persecution and you should be brought to justice. However, as murderers, you are unwilling to pay any price. You are just asking me to reflect and you are just being generous to others. What does this have to do with me, a spectator?

What is problematic is the ideological crusade of white people, as if whatever white people think, the whole world must follow.

The problem is that white people still can't let go of their savior complex. It's as if the sins committed against white people and black people also require white people to bring blessings and redemption, and they will never allow the same effective resistance as the Black Panther Party.

The problem is that white people only want salvation handed down from above.

I objected and was rewarded with leftovers.

I set up a glass ceiling to imprison you, I destroy your effective resistance, and I block your path to upward mobility.

I led you into materialism and gangster rap. I confined your living quarters to the worst urban areas, and then, out of mercy, I allowed you inferior people to buy things for free.

This is still essentially a form of white supremacist racist arrogance.

So have white people truly reflected on this?

It is precisely because they carry out oppression on the one hand and reflect on the other that the reflection led by the Democratic Party is so twisted and awkward.

After thinking it all through, Li Shanze only had a sneer on his face.

Li Shanze raised his head and looked at the sky, looking for the source of the corpse.

But I found that these corpses seemed to have appeared out of thin air - this is just a space of consciousness, so it is not surprising that such a thing happened.

However, when he looked up at the sky, Li Shanze unexpectedly discovered that those shining stars were not the starry sky at all, but nodes woven from cross-woven wire mesh.

Li Shanze frowned and looked south. To the south was a seemingly vast cotton field. However, the densely packed cotton plants formed a substantial barrier.

Li Shanze tried to push aside the cotton plants, but just as he reached out his hand, the cotton bolls exploded, blowing out the iron chains and whips of the detention center, which came crashing down on Li Shanze, forcing him to retreat.

Then, the smell of rust mixed with the smell of blood, and the burnt stench of the prison hit me in the face.

The north side is filled with the sobbing sounds of blues harmonica and saxophone. The notes materialize and float out from these floating instruments, then transform into barbed batons, which are waved in the air, blocking anyone who tries to leave.

On the east side was an array of countless black Chevrolet Suburbans, with countless black gun muzzles extending from the cars pointing at the area.

Although these guns seemed unmanned, Li Shanze didn't want to try to see if the bullets would be fired if he got close to them.

On the west side is the towering court.

Each step of the courtroom seemed to be about one person high. The blacks lined up and climbed up with great effort. After they were exhausted, they finally climbed into the courtroom, but were met with the mechanical and monotonous sound of the gavel.

Along with the mechanical and monotonous sound of the hammer falling, there was an even more mechanical and monotonous "guilty" verdict without any emotion.

Li Shanze used to think that this place was like a cage. No, it didn’t look like a cage, it was a cage.

"I know where this is." Li Shanze said with a raised corner of his mouth.

"Well, this should be the collective memory of black people about their suffering." Charlie nodded, with infinite sympathy in her eyes.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Li Shanze shook his head. "This should be the Philadelphia African American Museum."

Charlie was stunned.

"Remember, the Philadelphia African American Museum is right on Seventh Street?" Li Shanze said. "On the day Calvin Hope gave his speech in front of the Liberty Bell, I was wondering why the layout of the Philadelphia African American Museum looked like a joke from hell."

"To the east is the FBI building, to the west are government offices, to the south is the Philadelphia Detention Center, and to the north is the Philadelphia Police Headquarters."

"Now it seems that this isn't some infernal joke, but rather a targeted arrangement by wizards in reality. That's why this space of consciousness looks like a cage."

"Just now, we saw the opening ceremony of the African American Museum in Philadelphia during the United States' Bicentennial in 1976 through the Tesla's car window, right?"

"It's a brilliant plan to use the power of the nation's 200th anniversary to imprison Black people's memories of suffering here. This, too, is part of spiritual castration."

The sneer on Li Shanze's lips became more and more obvious.

"Well said! Are you willing to help me destroy this cage?" A loud voice rang out.

Li Shanze turned his head and saw a tall and thin black man with a firm gaze.

It was Calvin Hope.

He had a smile on his face and even applauded Li Shanze's speech.

"I knew that people of color and knowledgeable white women could see through the schemes of those old white men! We should unite and resist the oppression and bullying of white people!"

Calvin Hope, a tall and lanky man, stamped his feet vigorously. "Look at these nooses and shackles!"

As his leather shoes hit the ground, the road surface cracked, revealing countless metal shackles and nooses made of hemp ropes and leather belts.

"These are slave shackles and nooses that have been buried since 1619! Every shackle is stained with the blood of black people, and every noose has killed an innocent black person!"

"White people compiled our cries into the background music of 'The Star-Spangled Banner'!"

“They’re using church steeples as antennas and converting our anger into cryptocurrency!”

"They put smart anklets on our children and replaced cotton fields with TikTok addiction! They trapped our children in an algorithmic hell!"

“Black people need our salvation!”

The black civil rights activist's speech was passionate. Li Shanze pretended to be attracted on the surface, but in fact he just wanted to laugh.

After all, Officer Sean has already exposed Calvin Hope's past.

Moreover, in Li Shanze's opinion, the most important issue at the moment is not anything else, but how to leave here and return to Vivian's consciousness space.

This is the most important thinking for test-takers, turning unknown problems into known problems.

Since I don’t know how to leave this black consciousness space, I will try to go back the same way, return to Vivian’s consciousness space, and then exorcise those emotional ghosts, weaken and eventually defeat Vivian, and return to the real Philadelphia.

As for such a grand proposition as saving black people, Li Shanze, who just criticized the white savior complex, would not regard himself as another yellow savior.

There has never been a savior, and we don't rely on gods or emperors.

The only ones who can save black people are black people themselves.

Therefore, Li Shanze was very indifferent to Calvin Hope's passionate speech.

In fact, Li Shanze did not turn hostile directly because he considered that this should be the home ground of the wizard Calvin Hope, so he restrained his behavior.

After all, Calvin Hope had stolen Charlie's blood sample.

Li Shanze hasn't forgotten this yet.

So Li Shanze just said lightly: "I am more concerned about how to leave here."

"Unless we break the shackles, none of us can leave." Calvin Hope was not angry at Li Shanze's indifference, and there was a graceful smile on his face.

"Even if it's just to leave here, we have a common goal, don't we?"

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159 Get Close

There is no doubt that Li Shanze does not trust Calvin Hope.

He also didn't believe what Calvin Hope said about "breaking the shackles".

It wasn't just because of Charlie's blood sample.

In Li Shanze's opinion, this new statement was purely a result of Calvin Hope finding that his usual rhetoric of inciting blacks and morally blackmailing white leftists had failed. Naturally, its authenticity was greatly discounted.

But Li Shanze was still thinking about Bain Benjamin's RV - to be exact, it was Charlie who was thinking about the RV, and the RV was now in Calvin Hope's hands.

However, this did not prevent Li Shanze from pretending to be impatient.

Therefore, Li Shanze still acted disdainful of Calvin Hope's words. He had a cold expression and showed his distrust directly on his face.

The thin Calvin Hope obviously noticed Li Shanze's indifference, so he changed his words again.

This time, he seemed much more sincere.

"Lee, after you revealed the true identity of my puppet, it's clear that Calvin Hope is politically dead—even socially dead."

What does this mean? Having failed to persuade someone, they're now angry and settling scores?

Li Shanze frowned and looked at the tall and thin black man, as if he was calculating how to break his neck.

Although Calvin Hope is a wizard, he is a time wizard after all.

Therefore, as a "disturber of the long river of time", Li Shanze did not take Calvin Hope's witchcraft seriously.

Therefore, there was a natural look of disdain in Li Shanze's eyes when he looked at Calvin Hope.

Calvin Hope waved his hands repeatedly after being looked at by Li Shanze: "No, Agent Li, please don't misunderstand, I'm not blaming you."

If this were in the East, even in England where the civil service system is relatively rigorous, the phrase "I'm not criticizing you" would be a rather harsh accusation.

Of course, considering that Calvin Hope in front of him was just an American, Li Shanze thought that what he said was just the surface meaning without any subtext.

After two hundred years of practice since the founding of the United States, any euphemisms have been eliminated.

If you want to communicate with Americans, who have smooth, wrinkle-free cerebral cortices, there is no better way than to be direct.

Therefore, as an American street politician, Calvin Hope's words are also very straightforward.

He just gave me some flattery.

"Lee, you are a dedicated FBI agent. It is your duty to combat witchcraft crimes. Although I am not committing witchcraft crimes, I am carrying out a great cause."

Unfortunately, due to information asymmetry, Calvin Hope’s flattery was not very effective.

If this were said to a real FBI agent, it might have a good effect.

Unfortunately, Li Shanze is not a real FBI agent, and he has no enthusiasm for combating witchcraft crimes.

To some extent, this is also like throwing a wink to a blind man.

"In fact, it was the media with ulterior motives who fanned the flames and pronounced my political death sentence. It has nothing to do with you, Agent Li."

This means that, in a political sense, it is not scary if something happens, but it is scary if something happens and is made public.

"In fact, Agent Li, I highly value your abilities and have the utmost respect for you."

He was still trying to show goodwill and win over Li Shanze.

"Also, we share the same beliefs, we are both Democrats."

Find common ground and continue to close the distance.

"Wait, why am I a Democrat?" Li Shanze raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

A meaningful smile appeared on the thin black man's face, as if he saw through everything.

"Mr. Li, I'm actually following your Twitter. You're retweeting the Capitol Hill stock market tycoon's tweets every day. Of course you're one of us."

How come I didn’t know I was retweeting the Capitol Hill stock god, I don’t even know who “it” is - wait.

Li Shanze suddenly realized how this misunderstanding came about.

Because after he absorbed the power of the Liberty Bell, the side effect of using the index finger of freedom of speech was that he was forced to forward two investment suggestions from the Capitol Hill stock god at 3:33 am every day.

In short, because he rarely uses social media after traveling through time, Li Shanze's Twitter account in this world is now just a simple Capitol Hill stock god bot.

But why do you think that forwarding the investment advice of the Capitol Hill stock tycoon makes you a sympathizer of the Democrats? Can't you just be greedy for money?

Li Shanze's eyes rolled and he quickly thought of the answer.

Calvin Hope probably didn't have the patience to follow Li Shanze's social media accounts himself, so this matter should have been reported by his assistant.

After he was politically sentenced to death, his assistants might not be so attentive to the work he assigned them - after the tree falls, the monkeys scatter and they may be busy looking for new jobs.

The assistant just took a look at Li Shanze's account and saw that it had retweeted the Capitol Hill stock god's tweet, and simply reported that it was retweeted every day, but did not report what content was retweeted.