Chapter 218

If the Osborn family genetic disease isn't a disease but a demon curse, then everything makes sense.

Harry used spider serum to cure his disease.

The demon hiding in the dark didn't agree, cursed again that night, left no room, and took Harry away in one wave.

The more Gwen thought about it, the more she felt the possibility of a demon was greater, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Hawk.

"What to do next."

"Next..."

Hawk looked at Gwen, who was looking for excitement, smiled slightly, paused, and then under Gwen's expectant gaze, said: "Send you home, then I'll go home too, and sleep together."

Gwen's pretty face collapsed.

"Hawk."

"That's a demon, I still haven't found the entrance to hell, do you think I can find this demon who might have already returned to hell?"

Hawk shook his head somewhat helplessly.

After the funeral ended just now, he had specially opened all five senses, pondering whether he could find this demon hiding in the dark.

If he was lucky, he might be able to learn the entrance to the hell dimension on Earth from this demon's mouth.

At that time, after getting the Reality Stone, he wouldn't stay, but run directly to hell.

And then...

Strive to bring his sister Anya back to Earth for Christmas.

But the power is very full, reality is very skinny.

He didn't see that demon at the funeral scene. If the Osborn family's curse was really done by a demon, now with Harry's death, the Osborn family's lineage can be considered broken. If nothing unexpected happens, that demon has already returned to hell.

Just don't know what Osborn did to attract a demon curse.

Hawk thought in his heart.

After sending Gwen home, he also returned to Palm Street, took a shower, didn't choose to go to bed to rest, but came to the study, opened the computer that the previous owner had left behind, thought about Osborn's curse, and started searching for information online.

Osborn's history of getting rich is very clear.

It was Norman Osborn selling the family's herring canning production line, changing it into an arms production line, and then quickly getting rich under the dividends of war.

At that time, Norman Osborn already had the family genetic disease.

So...

It should be something even earlier.

But on the internet, information about the Osborn family before Norman Osborn, can't say it's rare, it can almost be said to be non-existent.

After Hawk searched to no avail, he touched his chin, thought for a moment, took out his phone, flipped directly to the third number in his contact list, which was Peter's number, and dialed it.

The call connected quickly.

"Hello?"

"The Osborn family isn't local to New York, right."

"Yeah... pssh, don't move!"

"..."

Hawk heard the movement on the other end of the phone and subconsciously glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer screen: "It's eleven o'clock, still outside?"

Peter on the other end of the phone said: "Went back, but felt a bit strange, so I just came out to exercise."

Hawk heard this, responded casually, and then pulled the topic back.

"Where did the Osborn family move from?"

"London."

Peter fired webs again, sealing a late-night robber in front of him to the wall, while listening to Hawk on the phone: "Osborn's old home is in London, otherwise, why would Harry go to London to study back then."

London?

Not Texas, where demons appear the most.

Hawk thought in his heart.

"Then do you know when exactly the Osborn family's genetic disease appeared?"

"Genetic... why are you asking this?"

"Can't sleep."

"Alright."

Peter heard this reason given by Hawk, couldn't refute it, said this, and frowned: "When exactly it started, Harry didn't seem to say, but I heard Harry say that when their family moved from Massachusetts to Niuyuecheng, family members started to show symptoms one after another."

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Wait a minute, Massachusetts, didn't you say their family moved from London?"

"Osborn was among the first batch of people on the Mayflower back then, and their landing point was Massachusetts."

Peter explained, then thought for a moment: "I remember Harry said, where they settled back then, right, Salem, yeah, I have an impression, because I specifically checked when I went back that time, Osborn moved to Niuyuecheng after the Salem witch trials happened."

Salem witch trials?

Salem witch trials!

Hawk raised his sword-like eyebrows, suddenly having a feeling that he had likely found the reason why Osborn was cursed by a demon.

However...

He needed to verify it.

Hawk thought in his heart, put down the phone, and started searching for information related to the Salem witch trials online.

The Mayflower landed in Massachusetts in 1620.

And the Salem witch trials happened in 1692.

These trials shocked the entire federation. At that time, it was recorded that nineteen witches were killed, and countless more witches were not recorded.

As the federation's first witch case, the Salem witch trials had much higher popularity online than the Osborn family.

Almost every year, netizens curious about this matter would successively provide the latest discovered clues and news for the Salem witch case.

So...

Hawk didn't have to work hard at all. Through a forum online specifically for discussing the Salem witch case, he only spent a while finding a familiar surname in a yellowed scan.

On April 22, 1692, Hathorne and Osborn personally interrogated the accusations against twelve witches, and finally, Osborn only revoked the accusation against one witch and implemented fire torture on the remaining witches.

In plain language...

That is, tying these eleven witches to a pile of wood, then setting it on fire, and burning them alive with a big fire.

Hiss!

Hawk felt he had found the evidence.

Just at this moment.

"Holy sh..."

"What the hell!"

"Hawk, come quickly, under the Manhattan Bridge..."

"Beep beep!"

Hawk recovered, looked at the phone that suddenly transmitted Peter's voice and then interrupted, raised an eyebrow, and the moment he stood up, he walked out of the study instantly.

Under the Manhattan Bridge.

Peter, wearing his red and blue spider suit, was suspended in the air, his four limbs stretched as wide as possible to the sides, like a big character bound in mid-air.

His phone was dropped on the side.

Peter, bound in the air, kept exerting force with his arms, his muscles tense, trying to break free from this binding.