By the time Fu Qian and his companion arrived, the scene was already bustling with activity.
The one who had fallen this time was a young man, even younger than Kamakura Guizhi appeared to be.
But his condition was much more severe, his body lying rigid, with smooth and even wounds slowly but steadfastly blooming along the trails of blood on his body.
Despite initial bandaging, there were no signs of healing, and the wounds even continued to multiply.
A glance was enough to see that the stark white sheets were now a swath of blood red.
"What's his name? What was he doing just now?"
Professor Ni seemed to be among the earliest to arrive, standing to one side and seriously practicing auscultation.
In response to Cass and Fu Qian entering later, he merely glanced over.
"Kamakura Shinji. He was alone in the room earlier; what he did might only be known to himself."
Kamakura Si had clearly already questioned others and was now slightly frowning.
"What were you doing just now?"