Chapter 84 Harry and the Devil

"why?"

At Ottoman Manor, Harry looked at the dead pet dog at his feet, his face full of disbelief and shock.

The pet dog was fine before he went to school.

I didn't expect to see the other person lying in a pool of blood when I just came back.

Although the housekeeper told him that it was a car accident.

But how is that possible?

My pet "Chucky" never runs onto the road.

With a heavy heart, Harry dug a hole in the yard and buried "Churchie".

Unable to get over the pain of his pet's death, Harry had a sad expression on his face during dinner.

"Dead is dead. Even if you act sad, Harry, you can't change it."

Norman said to his son, frowning.

"I know I just can't accept it. Maybe I need some time, Dad."

Harry couldn't understand his father's indifference. He looked up and said to Norman, "It has been with me for a long time, after all."

Harry thought of the way "Church" had jumped off the toilet and bumped awkwardly into the bathtub, and of his blurry eyes, which were not too stupid, staring at him.

Norman put down his knife and said to Harry with a serious expression, "I have always disapproved of you keeping pets, Harry. It will only dampen your ambitions. The Osborns have always been carrion animals, and carrion animals do not need the company of pets."

"Maybe you're right, Dad, but we're different."

Harry didn't bother to argue with his father anymore.

He knew that no matter what he said, he would be scolded by his father.

Maybe the saying is true - "Humans never feel the same way".

Seeing Harry's negative expression, Norman Osborn's inner anger was instantly aroused.

He hammered the table hard, and with a "bang", the cutlery on the table made a "ding-dang-dang" sound.

"You are my son, which means you are destined to be extraordinary. Take away that expression! You look like you have no ambition at all!"

The dinner ended unpleasantly.

Harry entered the room, still thinking about "Churchie".

As for being scolded by my father, this happened more than once or twice.

He's used to it.

Harry sat dejectedly in the chair, holding his head in his hands.

He thought of the time when he had just picked up "Churchie".

The first time I called its name, it walked towards me.

At that time, "Churchie" seemed to be bumping and rushing towards him.

As I was leading it out to the porch, it bumped into the door frame and almost fell.

But it ate the leftovers, devouring them voraciously.

At that time, my fear of pet dogs disappeared, and I began to realize that I actually like pets.

So he knelt down and hugged it, and then "Chucky" began to lick his face.

Thinking back to the times he had spent with his pet dog, Harry felt even more uncomfortable.

Staring at the computer on the table, he suddenly remembered that he had installed a camera in his pet dog's nest.

This was the camera he installed when he was bored and wanted to observe Churchill's life.

Even his own father didn't know.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned on his computer and called up the daytime video.

The video would be automatically saved, so he directly retrieved it and started watching it from the moment he left in the morning.

Everything was fine at first, until noon when my father passed by.

For some reason, "Chucky" jumped out and kept barking at his father.

He even pounced on his father and tried to bite him.

The father, whose expression seemed a little strange, kicked "Churchie" directly.

Churchill wailed, spitting blood from his mouth, and moved a few times on the ground before dying. "How... How is this possible?!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Harry's eyes were full of disbelief.

Was "Churchie" killed by his own father?

Why did he lie and tell himself it was a car accident?
Also, normally "Chucky" is rarely called to people.

Why is it barking at its father?

Where does my father get so much strength?

Harry stood up, his heart filled with anger, and walked quickly towards Norman's room.

When he reached the second floor, he heard what seemed to be noises coming from his father's room.

Is someone in the room talking to Norman?

Confused, he slowed down his pace and walked quietly to the door.

He heard his father's voice coming from the other side of the door, and vaguely heard that the other party seemed to mention the word "Gwen".

He immediately felt uneasy, held his breath, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside the door.

"Just follow the plan and continue investigating Gwen. You can take action against her if necessary. I don't believe she will be willing to cooperate with you. And Peter Parker."

Norman's cold voice came from inside, and Harry's pupils dilated the moment he heard it.

Daddy's going to deal with Gwen!
why? !

Is this still my father?
He knew that "Chucky" was a pet that accompanied him, and he knew that Gwen and Peter were his good friends.

No, this is not my father anymore.

He had become so strange that I could no longer recognize him.

Harry stepped back slowly, as he put his hand in his pocket and touched his phone.

He was to inform Gwen immediately.

Harry retreated to the door without making any sound, and was about to go downstairs when the door creaked open.

Harry's heart skipped a beat and he raised his head stiffly.

In his sight, Norman Osborn stood in the darkness at the door.

The other person's eyes turned red and he stared at him like a devil.

at the same time.

Inside the Brooklyn Detention Center.

Matt stood behind the glass, looking at the guy opposite with some astonishment.

He didn't expect that this demon would come to see him.

Well, even if I can’t see it myself.

But my senses are better than my eyes. It must be that bastard.

Peter picked up the phone and motioned Matt behind the glass to answer the phone.

Although Matt was sent in by him personally, he didn't seem to be embarrassed at all.

"It was really surprising. I thought the first person to come and see me would be my former law partner. After all, he always thought that I had screwed him and wanted to punch me in the face."

Matt said to Peter on the phone.

"That's a shame. If you don't mind, I can punch you in the face to make up for your regret."

Peter looked reluctant.

The other party was locked up here, which would give him a good check, so he really wanted to do that.

"Forget it, after all, we are not that close."

Matt pushed up his red sunglasses and said to Peter, "What do you want to ask?"

He guessed Peter's purpose at once.

Peter looked at Matt behind the glass and asked him, "Do you know Helen Nolan?"

Upon hearing the name, Matt was stunned and his expression was no longer as calm as before.

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