I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Norman put down his knife and said to Harry with a serious expression, "I've never approved of you having a pet, Harry. It will only diminish your ambition. The Osborn family has always been carrion animals, and carrion animals don't need the company of pets."

"Perhaps you are right, Dad, but we are different."

Harry was too tired to argue with his father anymore.

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

Perhaps that saying is true—"Humans can never truly empathize."

Seeing Harry's resigned expression, Norman Osborn's anger was instantly ignited.

He slammed his fist on the table, and with a loud "thud," the tableware on the table made a "clinking" sound.

“You are my son, which means you are destined to be extraordinary. Stop making that face! Look at you, so lacking in ambition!”

Dinner ended unhappily.

Even after Harry entered the room, he was still thinking about Churchill.

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

He's used to it.

Harry slumped into a chair, burying his head in his hands.

He thought back to when he had just found "Churchi".

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

At that moment, Churchill seemed to be stumbling and suddenly walking towards him.

When I led it out onto the porch, it bumped into the door frame and almost fell over.

However, it ate the leftovers, gobbling them down.

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

So he knelt down and hugged it, and then Churchill started licking his face.

Recalling the moments he spent with his pet dog, Harry felt even more distressed.

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

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

Even her own father didn't know.

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

The video was automatically saved, so he retrieved it directly and started watching it after he left in the morning.

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

For some reason, Churchill jumped out and kept yelling at his father.

It even lunged at its father, trying to bite him.

The father, whose expression seemed a bit off, suddenly kicked Churchill.

Churchill let out a mournful cry, coughed up blood, twitched a few times on the ground, and then lay still.

Harry stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

Churchill was killed by his own father?

Why would he lie and tell himself it was a car accident?

Also, the word "Chucky" is rarely used when addressing people.

Why does it bark wildly at its father?

Where did Father get such strength?

Standing up, Harry, his heart filled with rage, strode quickly toward Norman's room.

When he got to the second floor, he heard what sounded like coming from his father's room.

Was someone talking to Norman in the room?

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

He could hear his father's voice coming from inside the door, and vaguely he heard the other person mention the word "Gwen".

A sense of unease immediately rose in his heart, and he held his breath, listening carefully to the sounds coming from inside the door.

"Proceed with the plan. Continue investigating Gwen. If necessary, take action against her. I don't believe she'll be cooperative. And Peter Parker too."

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

Dad's going to take down Gwen!

why? !

Is this still my own father?

He knew perfectly well that Churchill was his pet, and he knew perfectly well that Gwen and Peter were his good friends.

No, this is no longer my father.

He had become so unfamiliar that he was no longer recognizable to himself.

Harry slowly backed away, putting his hand in his pocket and touching his phone.

He needed to inform Gwen immediately.

Harry retreated to the doorway without making a sound, and just as he was about to go downstairs, the door creaked open.

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

In his sight, Norman Osborne stood in the darkness of the doorway.

The other person's eyes turned bloodshot, staring at him like a demon.

at the same time.

Inside the Brooklyn Detention Center.

Matt stood behind the glass, looking at the guy on the other side with some surprise.

He never expected that this demon would come to see him.

Okay, even though I can't see it myself.

But my senses are better than my eyes, and I'm definitely that bastard.

Peter picked up the phone and gestured for Matt, who was behind the glass, to answer it.

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

"It's really surprising. I thought the first person to come to see me would be my former legal partner, since he always thought I had wronged him and had always wanted to punch me in the face."

Matt said to Peter on the phone.

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

Peter looked reluctant.

The fact that the other party was locked up here gave him a good opportunity to investigate, so he really wanted to do that.

"Then forget it, after all, we're not that close."

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

He immediately guessed Peter's purpose.

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

Upon hearing the name, Matt froze, his expression losing its previous composure.

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Chapter 85 Captain America's Friend?

No, I've never heard of it.

Matt pushed up his sunglasses and said, "Maybe you should go to Japan. Their headquarters is there. You'll always gain something from there."

Peter naturally didn't believe the other party's nonsense. "Although you're blind, you're not very good at lying."

Matt shifted his position, moving the phone to the other ear.

“I don’t lie, but most of the time people misunderstand me. For example, I don’t know Helen Nolan, but I know that might be her pseudonym.”

He coughed and tapped the water glass on his left.

The glass made a crisp sound that traveled in all directions, but it was quickly blocked by the soundproof glass in front of it.

“My ears can hear the faintest sounds, however insignificant they may be. For example, I can hear those two policemen at the left-hand passage talking about a funeral they attended yesterday.”

He turned his gaze to the two policemen behind Peter, who were some distance away.

"They're talking about that damn funeral, about the guy who got poisoned, a complete bastard."

Peter glanced back at the two policemen with some surprise.

After he became half-alienated, he could easily hear the two guys whispering to each other.

But how could Matt Murdoch hear it, even though he was behind a pane of glass?

Matt didn't notice Peter's expression. He reached out and touched the glass, saying, "The glass can't completely block my senses."

Peter frowned. "You've gone off-topic."

"Actually, no."

Matt said, "I heard from the police this morning about the big news in Brooklyn, a Victorian building was destroyed, and I knew it must have been you and that woman. Being able to control plants, that's not something an ordinary person can do."

"What is her real name? What is her purpose in New York?"

In response to Peter's question, Matt shook his head and said, "I don't know. She had many names, and I can't describe her completely accurately because her life was legendary enough, and she lived a long enough time."

"legend?"

Peter didn't know why Matt used that word to describe the other person.

"Yes, she may have participated in World War II, or even fought alongside Captain America. At the very least, she should be older than you and me. When you've witnessed enough legends, you become a legend, don't you?"