**Unraveling the Mystery**

We walked into Harry's living room, our eyes scanning the space for any signs of evidence. Noa was by our side, her determination to uncover the truth palpable. We had a feeling that Harry was hiding something, and we were determined to find out what. "Let's take a closer look around," we said to Noa, our voices barely above a whisper. She nodded, and we began to search the room. Our eyes landed on a small trash can in the corner, and we walked over to it. We rummaged through it, looking for anything of interest. That's when we saw it - a crumpled up piece of paper with some scribbled notes. "Look at this," we said to Noa, holding up the paper. She walked over to us, her eyes scanning the notes. "It looks like a recipe," she said. We nodded. "But what's this?" we asked, pointing to a line that read "1 cup of sugar, 1 cup of water, 1/2 cup of cyanide". Noa's eyes widened. "Cyanide? That's a poison." We exchanged a glance. This was getting interesting. "Let's see if we can find any connection between Harry and this recipe," we said. Noa nodded, and we began to search the room again. That's when we saw it - a book on the shelf with a title that read "The Art of Poisoning". "Ah ha," we said, our voices filled with excitement. Noa walked over to the book, and she opened it. "Look at this," she said, pointing to a page with a recipe for a poison. We walked over to her, and our eyes scanned the page. It was the same recipe that was on the crumpled up paper. "This is definitely Harry's handwriting," Noa said. We nodded. "We think we're getting close," we said. As we continued to search the room, we found a suspicious-looking glass on the table. "Look at this glass," we said to Noa. "It looks like it's been recently washed." Noa's eyes narrowed. "Let's take a closer look," she said. We walked over to the glass, and we examined it carefully. That's when we saw it - a small residue of sugar at the bottom. "Do you think this is the glass he used to poison us?" Noa asked, her voice barely above a whisper. We exchanged a glance. We didn't know for sure yet, but we had a feeling that we were on the right track. "I think we should take this glass to the lab for analysis," we said. Noa nodded. "I'll take care of it," she said. As we continued to investigate, we couldn't help but think about the events that had transpired. We had been poisoned, and now we were trying to find out who was behind it. "We need to be careful," we warned Noa. "If Harry is capable of killing us, he's capable of anything." Noa nodded, her eyes flashing with determination. "Let's keep searching for clues," she said. We nodded in agreement. We were getting close, and we could feel it. "Let's go back to the hotel and review what we've found so far," we said to Noa. She nodded, and we left Harry's house, determined to uncover the truth. As we walked back to the hotel, we couldn't help but think about the evidence we had found. The recipe, the book, the suspicious-looking glass - it all pointed to Harry. But we still needed proof. "We need to find out if Harry had a motive to kill us," we said to Noa. She thought for a moment. "I think I know why he might have wanted to kill us," she said. We looked at her, curious. "Why?" we asked. Noa hesitated. "I think he might have been jealous of our relationship," she said. We exchanged a glance. It made sense. Harry had been Noa's childhood friend, and he might have felt threatened by our presence in her life. "We need to talk to him again," we said. Noa nodded. "Let's do it," she said. We were getting close to the truth, and we could feel it. But we still had to be careful. Harry was a suspect, and we didn't know what he was capable of. As we walked into the hotel, we knew that we had to be vigilant. We were one step closer to uncovering the truth, but we still had a long way to go.