Chapter 217

"Do you know the cause of Harry's death?"

"Yeah."

Peter nodded and said in a low voice: "Retroviral proliferation, it's the Osborn family's genetic disease. Felicia said that that afternoon, after injecting the serum, he did return to normal, but..."

After these days, Peter was no longer as guilty as before.

Because Harry didn't die from his blood.

His blood did cure Harry.

This is a fact.

As for why it suddenly recurred afterward, and the attack was so rapid, that can only be said to be something that current science cannot explain.

Just at this moment.

Mary, who hadn't spoken, reminded the two: "The farewell has started."

Hawk and Peter looked, and the guests who had stood up from their seats one after another also followed suit, preparing to see Harry for the last time.

Harry was in a black suit, his eyes closed tightly, lying in the coffin, looking as if he were asleep.

But...

When Hawk walked to the side of the coffin, he glanced at Harry, and when his gaze fell on the trace of black energy gathered between Harry's brows, he finally remembered why he felt somewhat familiar with this aura of death.

Not Norman Osborn.

But Mephisto!

When he was on the African savanna, after he killed the demon Hulk, Mephisto's projection left behind at the scene carried such a wisp of death aura.

But because several months had passed, and that aura of death was indeed very faint, he didn't remember it at the first opportunity.

Now...

When Hawk looked at the wisp of black energy between Harry's brows, he finally understood.

Where is this any aura of death.

This is clearly the aura of a demon.

Hawk thought in his heart, but didn't show it, and calmly followed Peter, who was walking in front, and after taking one last look at Harry, walked down from the left side.

Half an hour later.

As Harry's coffin closed and was buried underground, this funeral was declared over.

Hawk and Gwen, as well as Peter and Mary, didn't stay to attend the subsequent reception banquet, but chose to go home.

After all, it wasn't early now.

Hawk and Gwen first sent Peter and Mary to the subway station in Queens, then drove toward Manhattan.

Gwen watched Hawk drive into Manhattan territory, then spoke, looking at Hawk: "Alright, tell me."

Hawk laughed and glanced at Gwen: "You saw my expression?"

Gwen shrugged: "Come on, if I didn't understand you, how could I have found you alone in Maryland? What did you discover?"

Hawk smiled slightly and didn't hide it.

"Demon."

"What?"

"I suspect the Osborn family's genetic disease isn't a disease, but because of a demon."

"..."

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said thoughtfully: "Just now Peter said that at first Harry's disease was indeed cured, but then it recurred, and it was very rapid. If according to what you said, it sounds like a demon noticed and simply struck a fatal blow."

Hawk shrugged.