Advik arrived at the café, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted Henry in a cozy corner of their favorite coffee shop, Henry looked up as Advik approached, a serious expression on his face.
They exchanged brief pleasantries ,later Advik and Henry were seated across from one another in the café, each holding a coffee cup.
Henry is enjoying a cold coffee, a velvety, chilly drink made with freshly ground coffee brewed in cold water. The barista, accustomed to his unique requests, started by brewing a strong espresso. The heat is compensated for by time in the cold brew procedure. He added a touch of cinnamon and allowed it to cool before mixing it with chilled milk and ice, creating a refreshing and aromatic blend that soothed Henry's sore throat. By itself, he had cinnamon and coffee.
There's a claim that cinnamon may boost the caffeine content of your cold brew. Cinnamon's powerful and deep flavor may infuse your coffee with a burst of flavor and a fresh scent. Besides this, the many health advantages of cinnamon make it a great addition to cold brew. It has antioxidant and anti-inflammatory qualities in addition to antibacterial, antifungal, and antiviral properties.
Henry added cinnamon bark to his coffee as he had a runny nose. It has the added advantage of clearing his sinuses and airways, which makes breathing and revival easier. Naturally, Henry requested this because he genuinely has a cold.
Advik, on the other hand, opted for an Irish coffee. The barista prepared it by brewing a fresh cup of hot coffee, then added a shot of Irish whiskey. She topped it off with a dollop of lightly whipped cream, which floated delicately on the surface, giving it a rich and indulgent finish.
Henry took a sip of his cold drink coffee, the cool liquid easing his symptoms momentarily. He pulled out a small envelope from his bag and handed it to Advik, "Evaluate yourself; you will be able to determine this for yourself."he said, his voice slightly nasal from the cold.
Advik just grabbed the file in his hands and looked through it without saying anything else.
Advik eventually turned to face Henry and remarked, "It's a liquid that was created by humans," in a low voice.
" Indeed, there is fairly an amount of spirit put into it, which will cause the liquid to evaporate more quickly. I appreciate you sending me the bottle since it allowed me to take a sample from it; I was not able to collect any samples from the shirt you provided. And what makes that liquid unique is its scent, which evaporates as it comes into touch with the air around us. The fragrance goes away after an hour, and we aren't even able to notice it".Henry said as he finished his coffee.
Advik quickly sealed the bottle top and sent the bottle to Henry for more investigation after discovering a few liquid droplets inside the bottle near the bush. Advik may risk the liquid evaporating if he kept the bottle open.
That individual is quite intelligent; with his strategy, he really intended to injure Nivik. It was an extremely clever murderous scheme. Everyone will believe that Nivik fall something by mistake, and if the police investigate further, nobody will be able to find the liquid since it has already evaporated and may not even have been there at all.
Henry expressed his admiration for the creator of the liquid and said, "I believe the creator had excellent chemical knowledge."
" excellent expertise in chemicals" .
" Indeed, he really had extensive expertise in that area. His chemical skills are exceptional; I have never seen a liquid formula like this before, so I will have to study from him even more. I believe he may be a professional scientist. When was the last time you faced up against an expert in science?",Henry found the guy who made that liquid to be pretty impressive.
Henry is aware that some people use that liquid against Nivik. Henry questioned, "What do you think the person was?" while glancing at Advik.
Advik was thinking deeply about the people who were willing to hurt them and the bravery to do so.
Advik felt someone suddenly strike him in the mind, and a sinister smirk spread over his face.
Henry recognized the nasty smirk on Advik's lips and knew what was going on since he knew Advik well.
"I believe the individual dug his own grave."
" Yes, he dug his own grave. I ought to bring him in now."
" Excellent, I'm off now". Henry walked out of the café.
Advik nodded, his mind racing with thoughts and plans. He took a sip of his Irish coffee, the warmth and slight burn of the whiskey steadying his nerves. He knew this was just the beginning of uncovering something much larger and more dangerous.