The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Considering where this place was, Li Shanze immediately confirmed: "This is the skull of a black slave from the cotton plantation."

"No, it's everywhere!" Charlie stammered.

Is it any wonder that cotton fields are littered with the remains of black slaves? Perhaps their flesh and blood nourished the cotton plants, making them grow even more abundantly.

These are the great shortcomings and morals of the Anglo-Saxon anti-human gangs in North America.

Saying this in front of Xia Li would be like pointing at a monk and calling him a bald donkey, so Li Shanze swallowed his complaints, reached out his hand, rubbed Xia Li's head, and slowly comforted her.

Immediately afterwards, Li Shanze realized something was wrong.

Why is it that black people were enslaved for four hundred years, but when I mention black slaves, my first reaction is a joke from hell?

This is even after I saw the dense piles of corpses with my own eyes?

Have you become less moral because you spend more time on the Internet?

No, I'm afraid it's because of rebellion.

The Democratic Party's trumpeters have been tirelessly promoting these things, and they have become correct clichés.

After the intensive information bombardment, the effect of too much is worse than too little.

This actually desensitizes people, causing them to subconsciously ignore the sins of white people in this matter.

Li Shanze didn't think this was a conspiracy of white people or Freemasons.

It’s not that white people are not that bad, but Li Shanze believes that white people are not that smart and do not have such strong cohesion.

The world is a huge makeshift team.

Li Shanze did not believe that other loose organizational structures other than Leninist parties could gather much power - even Leninist parties often had makeshift teams.

In the process of selling racial indulgences, the propaganda machine controlled by white people instinctively carried out this matter 200%.

The intention was bad, but the execution was even worse.

The accidental result had a very bad effect, and the white people did not want to reflect on themselves - only the yellow people in East Asia are good at self-reflection, and the Protestant white people in the Americas all believe in justification by faith.

The black people did not receive any real apology or compensation. Under this bombardment, even Li Shanze, a yellow person who was originally objective and neutral and should have stood on the side of the victims, subconsciously developed a rebellious mentality.

Being able to do something that originally seemed to be a good thing made almost everyone dissatisfied, and only those new-age chanting masters who sold indulgences felt self-satisfied.

It has to be said that white people's extreme self-centeredness and selfishness give them the innate ability to mess up anything.

While Li Shanze was daydreaming, Xia Li had already been calmed down by him. She lay comfortably in Li Shanze's arms with her eyes closed, as obedient as a kitten with its fur smoothed.

Ella also landed at this time. She lay on Li Shanze's head, interrupting Li Shanze's thoughts which had begun to go astray.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything, Ella?" Li Shanze collected his thoughts and asked.

The elf said in confusion, "Strange! This cotton field looks the same everywhere. Well, Master Ella, fly farther away and take a closer look!"

"Wait, don't fly too far or lose us." Li Shanze hurriedly reminded.

"No, don't worry! Ella will not lose Li Shanze wherever he goes~" The elf patted her chest confidently and assured, then she flapped her wings and flew away.

While Ella was investigating, Li Shanze took out his cell phone and took a look.

The mobile phone signal here is no longer Trinitas, but has become non-existent. Even the GOD_WIFI that I was originally connected to is no longer connected.

Yes, although black people converted to God in large numbers, cotton plantations were not God's service area.

Li Shanze thought with some irony in his heart.

Wait, this is the space of consciousness, even the space of stereotypes…

Li Shanze suddenly had an idea, so he put the phone in Xia Li's hand.

Xia Li looked at Li Shanze in confusion, not knowing why Li Shanze suddenly handed her the phone.

However, a miracle occurred.

As soon as the phone was put into Charlie's hand, it quickly displayed the word Trinitas, and then the phone was reconnected to GOD_WIFI.

Is this a coincidence?

Li Shanze tentatively took the phone back, but the signal disappeared.

He put the phone back into Charlie's hand and the signal was reconnected.

After several tests, the results were exactly the same.

"Xia Li, where in Europe are your ancestors from?" Li Shanze asked curiously.

"Well, I'm French. My teacher told me that my ancestors were hunters from the Languedoc Mountains in southwestern France."

Oh, it turns out that it’s not that God is not in the service area, but that His power is far-reaching.

Moreover, His love is extremely broad, and even heretic wizards like Charlie who do not believe in God at all are His objects of service.

This is not surprising. After all, Charlie is French, and the French are all filial sons of God.

It's just that as a person of color, I am not one of the people God serves in the cotton fields.

Li Shanze raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Come on, open it and see if there's any new news." Li Shanze pointed at the TeleGhost icon on the screen and instructed Xia Li to open it.

Charlie clumsily and cautiously poked the software open with her finger.

I found that the software was still quiet and I didn't receive any new messages from Aikou or Anjie.

"What on earth is this?" Xia Li lowered her head and quickly scanned the chat records, then asked cautiously.

"This is a chat between me and the hacker named Echo Crowley. After entering the consciousness space, with Anjie's help, I received a message from them once."

Li Shanze explained concisely, "It seems like you still have to hold the phone to avoid missing any more messages."

"Oh! Okay, I'll try my best!" Xia Li's emotions involuntarily rose when she heard Li Shanze asked her to keep the phone and be responsible for contacting Anjie.

"Come, I'll teach you how to type. Click here and the keyboard will pop up. These are letters, and this is a space..."

Li Shanze patiently taught Xia Li how to type, step by step.

As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Li Shanze is still not sure how much time he will spend on the search for Calvin Hope.

If Charlie could have a brief chat with Ai Ko during this time, it would also help her seek help from Anjie and Kate and find a way to leave here.

Yes, and Gray, after all, this is a space of consciousness, with many inexplicable rules - for example, in this cotton field, God only serves white people, which seems like a weird rule.

Lawyers are masters at playing with the rules.

Then Li Shanze slapped his head and said, "That's right, the rules!"

Who says climbing upwards means climbing upwards in space? What? Calvin Hope?

He has a split personality! He's a psychopath! I was misled by him!

Climbing up the social ladder itself refers to the improvement of social status.

In addition to personal struggle, we can also consider the course of history.

Li Shanze already had a rough idea in mind, and now he just had to wait for Ella, who had flown far away, to fly back.

At this time, the mobile phone screen also lit up.

On TeleGhost, Ai Kou sent the latest news.

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Aikou: Strange.

Aikou: Theoretically, the signal shouldn't be this unstable over there... There must be something I haven't thought of. (Thinking) (Thinking)

Aikou: When you connect to TeleGhost, whose signal are you using? (Curious)

Aikou: Remember to tell me when you can connect again.

Li: Hello, Ai Ko, I'm Xia Li.

Echo: Ah, hello, Charlie. (heart) (heart)

Aikou: Are you all okay now?

Li: I type very slowly.

Aikou: I remember you didn't use a phone before... Are you just learning to use one? Are you trying to type? Do you think the keyboard layout is weird? The letters are all randomly spaced?

Aikou: Actually, when the typewriter was first invented, because the mechanical lifespan was short, in order to prevent the keyboard from getting stuck when typing too fast, a keyboard layout was deliberately designed to make it difficult to type fast. (covering mouth and laughing) (covering mouth and laughing)

Aikou: But now that we can connect to the Internet, why not try voice recognition? Let Li teach you. (thumbs up) (thumbs up)

Li: Oh, so it's possible to convert spoken audio directly into text? That's so convenient.

Aikou: Hey, convenient, right? (Proud)

Li: Well, you are so smart, Aikou.

Li: By the way, Li said he needs you to forward the full text of President Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation.

Aikou: Huh? Aren't you guys in that shadow dimension? Why do you suddenly want something like this? (Confused)

Iko: (Click to view the Emancipation Proclamation)

Li: Thank you, Aikou. We are now in a vast cotton field.

Li: Yes, Li said that the real name here is consciousness space, not shadow space.

Iko: Consciousness space? (Light bulb) (Light bulb)

Li: That is… (A series of explanations of the consciousness space, along with a brief description of the current situation)

Aikou: Ah! No wonder! I've always wondered why you guys can still get a signal on your phone in that shadow space!

Iko: I don't believe that capitalists like AT&T, Comcast, or Verizon can still build base stations in some shadow space. (Contempt) (Contempt)

Aikou: If it's a consciousness space, then it's not surprising. And you're in Philadelphia. Modern people subconsciously assume that cell phone signals are everywhere, so it's perfectly normal for you to be able to receive a signal. (A husky with an expression resembling sudden enlightenment)

Aikou: But this is even more strange. Why is the signal so unstable over there? (Thinking) (Thinking)

Ai Kou: Ask Li Shanze to turn on the Trace function. I want to track the data packets on your side.

Li: I have something to do here. I’ll contact you later.

Aikou: Okay, you guys must be careful. (Concerned) (Concerned)

Xia Li returned the phone to Li Shanze and looked at the elf Ella who flew back.

Ella flew a long circle and was still in high spirits, but her expression was full of confusion.

"Wow! That big black guy must be a liar! The cotton fields here seem endless! There's no end in sight!"

"Ella tried to fly upwards, but she soon reached the top! Even though there was sky and wind, it was as if there was an invisible ceiling blocking Ella's way!"

"Ella flew upward with all her might and hit her head!"

The elf landed on Li Shanze's shoulder, covered his head with his hands, and complained loudly with gestures.

"A glass ceiling, it's a variant of the American caste system." Li Shanze shook his head. He wasn't surprised by the glass ceiling appearing in the consciousness space. "I already have a guess. Let me test it out."

Li Shanze took out his cell phone, but there was no signal at all.

There is no doubt that God has left the service area again.

Looking at the long screenshot saved on the screen, Li Shanze read aloud: "From January 1, 1863, if any designated area in any state still holds slaves, the local people will be considered to be rebelling against the United States government. All enslaved people should be freed and enjoy freedom forever..."

When Li Shanze loudly read out "All those who have been enslaved are free from today", he suddenly became radiant.

Now, Li Shanze is like the sun, illuminating everything around him with his scorching light.

Charlie subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands.

Ella didn't bother to cover her head anymore. She slipped into Li Shanze's chest pocket.

Large areas of snow-white cotton bolls turned black under the scorching heat, and even liquefied, turning into sticky asphalt that covered the ground.

The cotton stalks that had lost their bolls also became twisted and deformed. Some gradually grew into dilapidated houses, and some turned into iron fences for store security doors.

When the light faded, this place was no longer an endless cotton field, but a slum area where black people lived.

"Ha, that's exactly what happened." Li Shanze smiled with satisfaction.

"As I suspected, 'climbing up' is just an abstract concept. Even climbing up by the process of history."

"From slave to freeman, regardless of how their lives were, at least they did move up in political status."