Chapter 84：Harry and the Devil

"Why?"

Osmund Manor, Harry looked at the dead pet dog at his feet with disbelief and shock.

Before he went to school, the pet dog was still fine.

He didn't expect to see the other in a pool of blood just after he returned.

Although the butler narrated to him that it was a car accident.

But how could it be?

His pet, Choochie, would never run into the road.

With a saddened heart, Harry dug a hole in the courtyard and buried Chuggie.

As he couldn't get over the pain of his pet's death, Harry was still in mourning at dinner time.

He said.

"Dead is dead, and even if you show grief again, Harry, you can't change that." Norman frowned at his son.

"I know . . it's just a little too much for me to take in, maybe I need some time, Dad."

Harry was a little unable to understand his father's indifference, he looked up to Norman and said, "It's been with me a long time, after all."

Harry remembered the way Chuggie had clumsily hit the bathtub when he had jumped off the toilet, and remembered his not-so-stupid, blurry eyes staring directly into his own.

Norman put down from his dinner knife and said to Harry with a serious expression, "I've never been in favor of you having a pet, Harry, it only saps your ambition, the Osbourne's have always been carrion animals, and carrion animals don't need pets to keep them company."

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

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

He knew he would be reprimanded by his father no matter what he said.

Perhaps the saying was right - "Humans never empathize."

Seeing Harry's posed expression, Norman . Osborn's inner rage was instantly aroused.

He heavily hammered the table, and with a bang, the cutlery on the table made a "clanking" sound.

"You are my son, it is destined that you can not be ordinary, put away your expression! Look at your lack of ambition!"

The dinner ended up being uneventful.

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

As for being reprimanded by his father, it wasn't the first or second time.

He was used to it.

Sitting dejectedly in his chair, Harry held his head in his hands.

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

The first time he called its name, it came towards him.

It seemed to be lurching and lurching toward him.

As he led him out to the porch, he hit the door frame and almost fell.

But he ate the leftovers and gobbled them up.

It was then that his own fear of pet dogs disappeared and he began to realize that he had turned out to be quite fond of pets.

I got down on my knees, hugged him, and licked his face.

Thinking back on his experience with the dog made Harry feel even worse.

Staring at the computer on his desk, he suddenly remembered that he had installed a webcam in his dog's kennel.

Even his own father didn't know.

Thinking of this, he immediately opened his computer and pulled up the video during the day.

The footage was automatically saved, so he pulled it up and watched it from the morning after he left the house, which was safe and sound at first, until noon, when his father passed by.

For some reason, "Chuji" jumped out and kept screaming at his father.

He even pounced on him and tried to bite him.

Expression seems a bit wrong father, directly fly up a foot, kicked "Churchill" wailing sound "Churchill", mouth spit out blood, on the ground moved a few times without life.

"How .... How can this be!"

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

"Chucky" was killed by his own father?

Why would he lie about a car accident?

And why would he lie about a car accident? And why would he scream at his father when he rarely screamed at anyone?

Why was he barking at his father?

Where did his father get so much strength?

Standing up, Harry, filled with anger, walked quickly toward Norman's room.

Walking to the second floor, he heard what appeared to be voices coming from his father's room.

Was someone talking to Norman in the room?

Puzzled, he slowed his pace and walked softly outside the door.

The sound of his father's voice came from the door, and he heard a faint whisper of the word "Gwen".

A sense of unease immediately rose in his mind as he held his breath and listened carefully to the sounds emanating from the door.

"Just stick to the plan, keep investigating Gwen, get at her if you have to, I wouldn't trust her to be a willing cooperator, and Peter . Parker ..."

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

Dad was going to deal with Gwen!

Why?!!!

Was this still his father?

He knew that Chuggie was his companion pet, he knew that Gwen and Peter were his best friends.

No, this wasn't his father anymore.

He was too strange to recognize.

Harry took slow steps backward while he put his hand in his pocket and touched his cell phone.

He was going to notify Gwen immediately.

Without making a sound, Harry stepped back to the door and was about to go down the stairs when the door creaked open and Harry looked up stiffly with an inward thump.

In his line of sight, Norman Osborn stood in the darkened doorway. Norman Osborn stood in the darkness of the doorway.

The other man's eyes turned red and he looked at him as if he were a demon.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the Brooklyn Detention Center.

Matt stands behind the glass, looking at the guy across from him with some consternation.

He hadn't expected this demon to visit him.

Well, even though he couldn't see it himself.

But one's senses were better than one's eyes, and it was definitely that asshole.

Peter picked up the telephone and signaled Matt, who was behind the glass, to answer it.

Even though Matt had been hand-delivered in by him, he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.

"What a surprise, I thought the first person to come see me would be a former law partner, after all, he's always thought I screwed him over and has been thinking about punching me in the face."

Matt said to Peter over the phone.

"That's quite a shame, if you don't mind I can make it up to you by punching you in the face."

Peter looked reluctant.

The fact that his opponent was locked up here was a good check for him, so he really wanted to do that.

"Then forget it, after all, we're not that good to each other."

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

He guessed Peter's purpose at once.

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

Upon hearing this name, Matt froze, and his expression was no longer as calm as before.