The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

As soon as Li Shanze finished speaking, Bai Ligen's body, which looked extremely weak, trembled violently. His originally scattered eyes instantly focused, but were filled with bloodshot and an almost insane hatred.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Li Shanze, as if he wanted to see through him.

Li Shanze realized that Bai Ligen was not staring at him, but the "kidnapper", Theodore Lancaster - or Saturday.

"Yes! It's him! That...that beast!"

Bai Ligen's voice suddenly rose, with a heart-wrenching roar, and every word sounded like blood squeezed out of his throat.

"That villain in the Philadelphia Police Department... that beast in human form! He... he's a murderer! He destroyed everything I had! He... he tore my life... my family... my... my soul apart!"

Bai Ligen's breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest heaved violently, his hands clenched into fists, and his old and withered knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force.

He was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was about to pounce on his enemy and tear him into pieces in the next second.

"That's him! I'll never forget that face! Those eyes! He...he's not human! He's a devil!"

"He threw me...threw me into that damn place! Kaguya Town!"

"He...he is the culprit! I hate him! I wish I could cut him into pieces! Let him taste...taste the pain I've suffered! He must die! He must pay for everything he's done!"

Bai Ligen's teeth were chattering, his face was twisted with extreme anger, and veins were bulging.

He stared straight ahead, as if the enemy was right in front of him, his eyes filled with deep-seated resentment and the flames of revenge.

Li Shanze did not think that Theodore Lancaster could be considered the culprit for the hunt for Chinese people.

This project of completely excluding a country or a nation, modifying the consciousness of the entire Western world, and completely clearing out the immigrants of that nation must have the approval of the entire ruling class.

And Theodore Lancaster, even now, is just an executive of a pharmaceutical company, not even a CEO. It is obvious that he is still a long way from being a member of the ruling class.

However, it seems that Theodore Lancaster was probably one of the specific executioners of ethnic cleansing, or at least he was the direct person responsible for Bai Ligen's suffering.

Thinking of this, Li Shanze felt a little upset again.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have made Theodore Lancaster lose his memory so easily.

What the hell is this? Li Shanze cursed in his heart.

Who would have known that Theodore Lancaster was actually the direct creator of Bai Ligen's suffering, and might even be involved in a deeper "ethnic cleansing".

Now, a living witness, a key clue figure, has fallen into amnesia so easily.

He probably couldn't remember anything about Kaguya Town or ethnic cleansing.

Li Shanze curled his lips, but didn't dwell on it. It had already happened, so there was no point in regretting it.

"Forget it, let him lose his memory." He muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping over Bai Ligen's face distorted by hatred.

If the clues are broken, look for them again. Bai Ligen’s enemy has lost his memory, so there is always other way.

Anyway, Li Shanze was not the type to beat his chest and stamp his feet over a small mistake. There was always a way to solve the problem.

Li Shanze comforted himself in this way, but he soon thought that it could hardly be called a mistake.

After all, Theodore Lancaster was an arrogant racist. It was inevitable that he would have an emotional breakdown after being defeated by Li Shanze, an "inferior race" whom he had always despised - and even had his own people massacred by him.

Li Shanze reviewed the situation carefully and, based on the "racist crystal" he had obtained, he was afraid that even if he did not provoke Theodore Lancaster, Theodore Lancaster would have a mental breakdown because of the fact that "he was actually calculated by the yellow people."

In other words, it was probably inevitable that Theodore Lancaster would become Saturday - this ending was doomed after he was caught by Li Shanze.

Those extra stimuli were just a catalyst and did not have a decisive effect.

Wait. Bai Ligen's condition doesn't seem right.

Li Shanze suddenly discovered that Bai Ligen's current condition looked much better than before Ella healed his soul.

Before, his body was thin and hunched, his face was pale, and he looked shaky, as if he would fall down with a gust of wind.

And what was very abnormal was that although Bai Ligen looked very weak at that time, he was not afraid of the cold and could even fall asleep on the roof of the Vitali brothers' Ford Kuga on a winter morning.

But now, although Bai Ligen looked rosy, he was shivering in this constant temperature RV.

What's going on here?

Li Shanze's gaze fell on Bai Ligen's trembling body. He noticed that Bai Ligen's lips had turned a little purple.

Although the air conditioning in the RV was turned on very high - according to Charlie, this so-called "air conditioning" was actually constant temperature witchcraft disguised as air conditioning, all using moonlight as energy.

"Bai Ligen," Li Shanze's voice slowed down a bit, with a hint of inquiry, "Are you cold now?"

Bai Ligen shuddered violently and curled up even tighter. He raised his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with fear and confusion.

"Cold... so cold..." His teeth chattered, his voice as thin as a mosquito. "It wasn't cold before... They... They gave me an injection..."

"Injection?" Li Shanze caught this word and his heart moved.

After all, he was an executive of a pharmaceutical company before Saturday, and it was perfectly normal for pharmaceutical companies to conduct human experiments.

"What kind of needle? Can it keep you from being cold?" Li Shanze asked, trying to keep his tone calm so as not to irritate him.

Bai Ligen's eyes were dazed. He hugged himself tightly, digging his arm with his fingertips, as if he was feeling the pain of the needle piercing his upper arm.

"A kind of... a kind of medicine... when it's injected... my body... my body becomes warm..." He spoke incoherently, his voice tinged with tears, "like a burning sensation... and then... and then I'm not cold anymore... not cold at all..."

"What about now?" Li Shanze continued to guide. He had vaguely guessed something.

"Now... now it's so cold... so cold..." Bai Ligen's body trembled even more violently, and he even began to twitch slightly. "That... that elf... cured me... but... but I'm so cold... before... before... I wasn't cold..."

Li Shanze understood why Bai Ligen was able to survive - he was simply used as a guinea pig for human experiments.

"That drug... makes you insensitive to cold, but is there a price?" Li Shanze's voice was low, with a hint of subtle anger. He was almost certain that this was a drug that overdrained his vitality.

Bai Ligen's eyes became even emptier. He seemed to be trying hard to recall, but those fragments of memory were too painful for him to express clearly.

“The price… the price…” he muttered, suddenly grabbing his chest, his nails almost digging into the flesh, “I… I feel… I feel like my body has been hollowed out… Like… Like something has been sucked out… I’m so tired every day… So tired… I want to sleep… Sleep all the time…”

He gasped in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"They... they said... this was to... to test... to test the limits of the human body... The kidnapper... he... he was watching from the side... he was laughing... he was watching me... being hollowed out..."

Li Shanze's face darkened. He understood. The so-called "cold-fighting drug" was nothing more than a cruel experiment that cost him his life force.

Bai Ligen's previous shaky appearance and his unusual physique that was not afraid of the severe cold were all the result of the effects of this drug.

No, considering Bai Ligen had been imprisoned in Kaguya Town for thirty years, there wasn't a lot of drugs or viruses in his system. He was essentially just a guinea pig for drug testing.

Ella's treatment seemed to not only repair Bai Ligen's soul and memory, but also cleared the virus and drug residues in his body, restoring his health.

No wonder the elf was so tired. After barely completing the treatment, it didn't even have the strength to fly to Li Shanze's shoulder.

However, at the same time, the side effect of "cold resistance" was also eliminated, allowing him to feel normal cold again. He even became more sensitive to the cold because his body had been overdrawn for a long time.

Theodore Lancaster, a senior executive at the pharmaceutical company, was not only the mastermind behind the virus and drug trials. He even watched with delight as Bai Ligen's vitality was gradually drained away by the drugs, a smile on his face.

Li Shanze clenched his fist unconsciously.

Damn, this bastard!

Li Shanze was somewhat glad that he did not rush to call Zhou Liu over for confrontation, otherwise, Li Shanze was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself and tear him to pieces on the spot.

Now it seems that simply letting him lose his memory would be too easy for him...

Li Shanze took off his windbreaker and handed it to Bai Ligen, indicating that he should put it on to keep warm, while continuing to think.

Kaguya Town now seems to be a human experiment base. We need to find out whether it is the place where Archibald Drummond stores his core soul container.

As for those Japanese...

Wait, Japanese?

Human experiments, Japanese people, and extremely old men and women.

After putting these key words together, Li Shanze's face became extremely ugly.

"How old do the Japanese people in Kaguya Town look?"

Bai Ligen, who had wrapped himself tightly in his windbreaker, finally stopped shivering. He thought for a moment and replied, "They look very old. I suspect they are all over a hundred years old."

Li Shanze sighed, then nodded with a bloodthirsty smile: "Damn it, it better be what I think."

Bai Ligen wrapped himself tightly in his windbreaker. His complexion had recovered a little, but when he saw Li Shanze's cold smile, he couldn't help but shiver and wrapped himself more tightly.

Author's words: After a week of overtime, my sleep schedule was ruined. I slept all day on Saturday, but my head was still numb. I managed to write a chapter.

If there is a second update today, it will be late, but there may not be a second update, it depends on the situation on Sunday, please forgive me...

Thanks to Xiaopingguo112633 for the recommendation vote

292 Strategy

Li Shanze's smile froze on his face, looking particularly strange, like a smiling plaster statue.

It was not joy, but extreme anger and an almost morbid excitement.

In an instant, those horrific terms buried deep in history emerged in his mind - Unit 731, live experiments, biological warfare, and the lives of those innocent compatriots who were treated as "road bullies".

Damn it, if those Japanese in Kaguya Town, those old men and women who looked over a hundred years old, were really connected to that sinful history, or if they themselves were the product of that history, or even the continuation of those crimes...

His eyes suddenly turned sinister, as if two balls of cold flames flickered in them. The air around him seemed to grow heavy with the oppressive feeling he emanated.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles crackling softly. An uncontrollable murderous intent emanated from him, causing the temperature in the RV to drop several degrees.

"It's better this way." Li Shanze smiled strangely. He squeezed out these words from between his teeth. His voice was low and hoarse, with a creepy and cold tone.

Bai Ligen was shocked by Li Shanze's sudden strong emotions.

It was the first time he saw Li Shanze with such a terrifying expression, a look that went beyond anger and bordered on destruction. He subconsciously shrank back, burying himself deeper, as if this would allow him to avoid the suffocating murderous intent.

However, after only a few seconds of outburst, Li Shanze's expression quickly subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The overwhelming rage did not dissipate, but was forcibly suppressed by Li Shanze and buried deep in the deepest part of his eyes.

Li Shanze's breathing became steady, and his clenched fists slowly loosened, but his eyes became sharper and deeper, like an abyss, making it impossible to see through the waves hidden within.

Li Shanze leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, as if his previous gaffe was just an illusion.

But Bai Ligen knew that it was not an illusion, because he could feel that the aura emanating from Li Shanze became more dangerous and heavier.

"Very good." Li Shanze's voice returned to calm, even with a barely perceptible hint of a cold smile. "If it's really what I guessed, then it will be interesting."

He didn't say anything else, just picked up his phone, his eyes fell on the blank spot on the map app that was said to be Kaguya Town, and gently poked that point with his fingertips.

Li Shanze's eyes were no longer filled with the fury he had just felt. Instead, they were filled with a cold, calculated look. He was no longer simply angry; he was transforming that anger into fuel for action.

At first, when Li Shanze was most angry, he wanted to drive the RV directly to Kaguya Town to get to the bottom of the matter, but now he has calmed down.

He will take Kaguya Town into consideration in the future, and it will be a key consideration.

But he will not let sudden discoveries disrupt his overall pace.

Li Shanze threw his phone on the table, shifted his gaze away from the phone, and fell on the wood grain on the inner wall of the RV. His eyes were deep and calm, as if the anger that was enough to burn everything just now had never appeared.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling barely perceptible.

He knew that impulsiveness would not solve any problem. Anger would only blind his eyes and make him make wrong judgments.

He closed his eyes and began to quickly sort out the existing information in his mind.

The now surfaced Kaguya Town and those "extraordinarily old" Japanese, Bai Ligen's experience, Archibald Drummond and his three wizard thugs, and the devil Suffocates...

When he opened his eyes again, the bloodthirsty fanaticism was gone, replaced by extraordinary calmness.

After making sure that Bai Ligen could no longer think of any other useful reasons, Li Shanze comforted him with kind words, then took out some money and asked the Vitali brothers to take the poor old man to rest.

To be on the safe side and to avoid provoking Bai Ligen as much as possible, Li Shanze thought it would be better not to let him meet his bitter enemy Theodore Lancaster for the time being.

——After knowing what Theodore Lancaster had done, Li Shanze no longer liked the name Saturday.

Is it true that a scum like him is worthy of me giving him a name?

Better let him call back Theodore Lancaster.

Li Shanze walked back to his original cell and looked at the figure in the corner who was carefully wiping the table.

The man's movements were stiff and mechanical, like a programmed puppet. He was the amnesiac servant whom he named "Saturday".

"Come here. You." Li Shanze's voice sounded with an unquestionable coldness and majesty, without any of the gentleness he had shown to Bai Ligen before.

Zhou Liu's body froze, and he almost dropped the rag in his hand. He immediately put his things down and trotted over to Li Shanze, his head lowered and his hands twisted nervously together, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Master, what do you want me to do?" His voice trembled with a hint of flattery, as if he was afraid that he might not do something right.

Li Shanze didn't look at him. He just pointed at the floor under his feet. There was obvious disgust in his tone, as if he was throwing away a piece of filthy garbage: "From now on, you are no longer called Saturday."

Saturday raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. What he feared most was being abandoned by his master, or being deprived of the only identity he had, which was given to him by his master.