404 walked in looking exactly the same as the last time. All black. Hair covering his eyes. Dark circles that had not improved. The general atmosphere of someone attending an event they had not agreed to enjoy.
He sat down across from Guiying, looked at the hazel contacts and the blonde wig for a moment without commenting, and ordered tea.
"Different eyes?" he said.
"Contacts," Guiying said.
"Mm." 404 pushed his hair out of his face, achieved nothing, and folded his hands on the table. "You read the report?"
"I read it twice," Guiying said. "Tell me about the investigator."
404 reached into his jacket and produced a slim folded document which he slid across the table without ceremony.
Guiying opened it.
