The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Li Shanze even suspected that the assistant himself had not read the content.

That's why there is such a strange misunderstanding.

Faced with this wonderful misunderstanding, Li Shanze felt that the time was right.

So he finally smiled: "Democrats don't lie to Democrats?"

Hearing this, Calvin Hope finally smiled with relief: "Yes, Democrats don't lie to Democrats."

fart!

Li Shanze doesn't believe a word the Democrats say.

If the Calvin Hope in front of us was just a supporter of the Democratic Party and an ordinary American citizen, then he might indeed have simple morals and beautiful visions.

But he is a Democratic politician, which is a completely different matter.

Li Shanze will never forget that his teacher once commented that the Republicans are real villains and the Democrats are hypocrites.

The Republicans are bad in an open and transparent way, their evil intentions are clear to all. The Democrats, on the other hand, talk a lot about democracy and freedom, but in reality they are full of evil intentions.

The Republicans can talk openly about interests, but the Democrats are obsessed with exporting their own seemingly intimidating and beautiful ideology, but they are not sure what they are trying to do secretly.

However, this did not prevent Li Shanze from asking Calvin Hope questions first.

This civil rights activist and time wizard, who was once a senatorial contender, tried to persuade Li Shanze with patience and even perseverance, which in itself showed that the situation was somewhat unusual.

There must be a way for him to use Li Shanze.

Li Shanze is now trying to figure out what Calvin Hope's real purpose is in finding him.

He had no idea what the former civil rights activist was hoping to gain from him.

At the same time, Li Shanze did not rule out another possibility - Calvin Hope did not actually want to use Li Shanze, and his real purpose was to plot against Charlie.

After it was confirmed that Calvin Hope was a wizard, Li Shanze's previous inference that Calvin Hope used the blood of the witch Charlie to cast a blood curse became less reliable.

Because getting some wizard's blood was not difficult at all for Calvin Hope, it was simply a piece of cake.

Li Shanze temporarily hid all his doubts in his stomach. He looked at the tall and thin Calvin Hope and asked.

"Well, Mr. Hope, since we already have a foundation of mutual trust, let's have a frank talk."

"What exactly do you want from us? How can we help you? And what can you offer us?"

Calvin Hope nodded. "Agent Li, here's the plan. I have a plan—"

"Wait." Li Shanze waved his hand and interrupted Calvin Hope.

This time, it was not Li Shanze who deliberately interrupted Calvin Hope's rhythm and tried to take the initiative.

Li Shanze looked around, looking at the dark-skinned people who had been staring at this side intently since he didn't know when.

Then Li Shanze turned his gaze back to Calvin Hope, his eyes as if asking the former civil rights activist: Are you sure we want to conspire loudly in this square?

"I think we should find a quiet place so that we can really talk about something useful." Li Shanze said.

This was also a test conducted by Li Shanze, trying to find out Calvin Hope's base in this space of consciousness.

Calvin Hope stared at Li Shanze for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "Yes, of course, Agent Li, Ms. Butner, please follow me."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked eastward.

Li Shanze then took a step forward and walked side by side with Calvin Hope. Xia Li followed closely behind Li Shanze, half a body length behind him.

Li Shanze and Calvin Hope chatted casually with warm smiles on their faces, as if they had hit it off right away.

Until they reached the automatic rifle formation formed by the FBI's black Chevrolet Suburbans.

"Are you sure it's quiet here?" Li Shanze raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Believe me, in this place full of ni**ers, there's no place quieter than under the gunpoint of your FBI." Calvin Hope said with a smile, "Look, none of them caught up with us."

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

160 Holy Separator

Should I laugh at this time?

Even Li Shanze was speechless when faced with Calvin Hope's joke about his race.

This guy has always treated me as an FBI agent. Is he trying to put pressure on me in disguised form by making racist jokes?

However, after scolding Nico, Calvin Hope seemed to finally relax: "Damn! Bro, I'm having a hard time right now! I need your help, bro!"

The original white elite air about him was gone, and even the tone of his voice changed, becoming completely different from his previous image.

Li Shanze felt that it would not be out of place if the person in front of him suddenly turned into the stereotypical image of a black street thug wearing a flowered shirt, a baseball cap tilted on an angle, and a large gold chain around his neck that floats on water.

This temperament seemed particularly strange when it appeared on Calvin Hope in a suit and tie, and even his standard American broadcasting English became the gaze of a street thug.

The change is so great that it is not just as simple as "taking off the disguise", it is more like becoming a completely different person.

What's going on? Is this the work of consciousness?

Li Shanze frowned.

"I believe you have noticed the problem, brother! I am in big trouble!" Calvin Hope continued to yell.

"I don't understand. What's going on?" Li Shanze looked at Calvin Hope suspiciously. "Why has your entire demeanor changed? It's like, uh, you've become a completely different person."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to explain, man!" Calvin Hope said excitedly.

Li Shanze even suspected that the man in a suit would start rapping in the next second.

"This is a damn stereotype! I feel like I'm living in other people's stereotypes!"

It turns out that Calvin Hope, as a wizard, didn't know the real name of the consciousness space. He thought it was just a stereotype space?

But why does this sentence rhyme? Did it really start rapping out of nowhere?

"In front of black people, I am too white and too elite! But the FBI still has the prejudice that I am a black gangster!"

Is this rap really a racial talent?

Li Shanze was happy.

But he did understand what Calvin Hope said.

The former civil rights activist was complaining.

Calvin Hope is too successful and too "white" in the eyes of his black compatriots, so in the consciousness space, he becomes an elite in every gesture in front of black people.

But in the eyes of the FBI, he is still a black man and still fits the stereotype of a black street thug.

"That's your stereotype, right? That's not good, baby! It's very tiring to talk like that!" Suddenly, Calvin Hope launched a strong protest against Li Shanze.

"Wait, you mean, you speak like rap now because of my stereotype?" Li Shanze suddenly asked curiously.

The thin black man said nothing, just nodded.

"Okay, okay, I apologize, this is my stereotype." Li Shanze shook his head and silently said in his heart that Calvin Hope was a normal person.

Calvin Hope breathed a sigh of relief, which was visibly evident to the naked eye.

Li Shanze could understand why Calvin Hope called this place the Impression Space - this was the second alias for the Consciousness Space after the Shadow Space.

"I'm just curious, why would you change your temperament because of a stereotype? Now it seems like it's not even something you can control?"

He wore a wry smile and finally spoke normally: "Agent Li, since you are an agent in the FBI's Special Affairs Division, you must have a certain understanding of the existential crisis of wizards, right?"

Why is it another existential crisis for wizards?

Li Shanze nodded, understanding Calvin Hope's subtext.

"Yes, I understand. We both came to this 'impression space', so why is it that Charlie and I are fine, but Mr. Hope is the only one who behaves according to the impression others make of you? Is it because of an existential crisis?"

"Yes. I'm experiencing an existential crisis." Seeing that Li Shanze quickly understood the current situation, Calvin Hope nodded with relief.

"It is precisely because of this existential crisis that 'I' cannot find myself in the space of impressions and can only reshape my understanding of myself according to the impressions of others. This is the huge problem I encounter."

Li Shanze now had some intuitive understanding of witchcraft.

It turns out that witchcraft is greenskin technology! It's all thanks to my thinking.

The key is not thinking, but "I".

The existential crisis endangers "me".

When the wizard's "I" is not valid, what he thinks of becomes very random.

Therefore, in the space of consciousness, Calvin Hope, who encountered an existential crisis, changed according to the impression others had of him.

Just like a chameleon, it changes into different appearances in front of different people.

This is not even an active compliance, but rather he can be reshaped at will by the consciousness of others in the consciousness space, but he himself has no way to control himself.

In the minds of black people, he is an elite who behaves like a white person in every way, too white.

But in the FBI's mind, he is still a walking trouble, a flamboyant black gangster.

Li Shanze even half-jokingly thought that all black people could rap, so Calvin Hope's speech in front of him began to rhyme.

The fragmented group's understanding of Calvin Hope's fragmentation has created a fragmented image of him in the space of consciousness.

Therefore, in front of the black community in the consciousness space, he is a cold-blooded politician who talks about speeches and collusion of interests all the time.

But in front of the FBI in the consciousness space, he became a shameless gangster who asked for help directly.

Now, Li Shanze finally understood why wizards regarded existential crisis as a formidable enemy, and why Xia Li's teacher was unwilling to guide her to the "entry point".

If the existential crisis only leads to self-destruction, then countless romantics with the spirit of morning enlightenment will probably continue to fall into it.

But what if an existential crisis leads to losing oneself and ultimately becoming a slave to someone else's consciousness?

The consequences are too terrible.

Charlie's teacher, Ms. Butner, suffered a recursive boil and ultimately self-destructed, which was surprisingly an ideal outcome in comparison.

"Why do you think I can solve this problem for you?" Li Shanze asked curiously.

"I don't know why, or maybe I forgot, but my intuition tells me that I can trust you, Agent Li." Calvin Hope said earnestly.

Then he thought about it seriously and added, "Maybe it's the smell of you that makes you seem particularly trustworthy."

Wait, that's me? That's the perfume Alessia put on me!

Are you sure that the smell of money and capital in the top notes, drug blues in the middle notes, and the smoke of democracy in the bottom notes are credible?

Li Shanze's desire to complain was growing.

But considering that even Kate, the great knight of the church, can't resist these flavors, I'm afraid Alessia is right. This flavor can really attract Americans... I'm afraid all Americans may be marinated in it.

"Okay, you believe me. Then how can I help you? How can I help you resolve your existential crisis? Do you want me to help you find yourself?" Li Shanze asked curiously, "Can this thing also be done with the help of outsiders? Aren't you afraid that I will turn you into a slave?"

"I told you, I trust you, Agent Li," Calvin Hope said seriously. "Besides, my existential crisis isn't entirely about not being able to find myself. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have my semblance left... ah!"

Calvin Hope suddenly slapped his head and yelled.

Then he said excitedly: "I know why I can trust you, Agent Li! Because you came in here!"

This made no sense and completely confused Li Shanze.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by come in here? Where is this place?"

"This is it! The Philadelphia African American Museum on Seventh Street! You see this place as a cage! That's why you're in this cage! That's why you see me!"

The lanky black man's tone became more and more excited as he spoke: "Otherwise, you will see another me in a luxurious palace!"

"So, what you're saying is that it's not that you can't find yourself, but that you're mentally schizophrenic?"

"You swore to liberate black people and erase their suffering, so you regard this place as a prison."

"And the other you is a political animal, obsessed with power and wealth, so you regard this place as a palace of glory and wealth?"

Li Shanze asked.

"Yes, that's right! You are indeed a smart man, Li!" Calvin Hope shouted, "Now if you kill the evil me and free me from my shackles, I can break free from the cage and return to normal! And you can leave here!"

Is there such a convenient dissection technique? You can even dissect yourself? Hire someone to kill your alter ego to find your true self?

Although I understand that Calvin Hope's personality split was caused by the tug-of-war between his ideals and power and material enjoyment.

However, this magical operation still left Li Shanze stunned.