A night had passed.
Nash, after severing his own frontal lobe, got so drunk at the cruise ship bar that he was unrecognizable, and in the end, he was carried back to his room by the crew.
When he groggily woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day, exactly one day since boarding. His "frontal lobe" had unconsciously regenerated while he was drunk and instinctively climbed the wall to continue listening to what was happening next door.
Wow~ A louder scream pierced through the wall,
This scream, beyond all reason, made Nash tense all over. He didn't believe that a perfect being like the boss would make such a noise. He chalked it all up to his own delirium, quickly dug out his entire brain and soaked it in the bathtub, planning to get some serious sleep.
...
In the next room,
The basic physical examination for William took longer than expected and consumed a whole day.
In the final stage,
