"Good morning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Huh? You look a little tired today. Gwen said hello, then noticed a pair of dark circles under Peter's eyes.

"Uh... I didn't sleep well a bit. Peter replied truthfully.

He barely closed his eyes last night, except for about three and a half hours of sleep at first. Although he is now free to fall into a deep sleep, allowing him to be refreshed in less time, this is still a little too little time for him. Counting the mental power consumed in the subsequent Force training, Peter felt that he was already worthy of someone if he didn't fall asleep directly.

Peter drank the coffee in his hand. He threw the paper cup in his hand and threw it into a garbage can six or seven meters away. He shuddered, and an unnatural sense of excitement rose from the depths of his mind, washing away the exhaustion a little.

"I can now finally understand why Harry loves coffee so much." Peter sighed.

"Harry, your friend?" Gwen was a little curious.

"Well, best friend."

The lab door was pushed open again, and Instructor Handley was waiting for them inside. Peter also stretched and walked into the laboratory. A new day of internship life has begun.

Damn, if only the internship could catch up on sleep like it did in class. Then again, I might have to cut back on my nocturnal activities, and the feeling of lack of sleep is terrible.

The morning activity was a visit to the 2nd R&D Institute on the 30th floor, and since Handley was not a member of this R&D Institute, they were accompanied by another instructor throughout the process.

Unlike the lab they visited yesterday, their main focus is on artificial organs and chip implantation.

"Although the human body is one of the most wonderful things in the world, we have to admit that it has its own limitations. And our goal is to fix its flaws so that it can exceed its limits in every way."

The instructor, whose name Peter had forgotten, was giving a tirade, and Peter was alone in the world, barely listening to a word.

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a little too hasty to promise the weasel last night, but thinking about the $10,000 that had already arrived, he felt a fever in his heart.

It's just a group of people, and it's not for him to go up and fight hard. No matter what, I can at least get out of this little thing. Peter was quite confident in himself.

A loud cough came from in front of him, and Peter came back to his senses. Instructor Handley was looking at him with a bad face.

Peter realized that the group was ready to move on to the next location, and he was the only one standing still. He hurriedly followed, and secretly pinched himself.

"Are you really okay like this?" Gwen asked in a whisper. She was a little worried, but the object of her concern was not Peter at all. "In your state, can you finish this afternoon's experiment? We're still in the same group today, and I'm going to be unlucky if I mess up. ”

Peter rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll hold on."

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As it turned out, Peter barely made it through the morning. Handley had already given him a warning because of his wandering minds, but after learning that Peter had insomnia, he understood a little.

"I know you're excited about this internship." As if he had figured something out, Handley began to unravel Peter. "But you can't learn anything when you're mentally tired, and you can even make a bad impression on others. Pay attention next time. ”

When it was time for lunch, Peter hadn't even finished his free lunch. I found a quiet corner, turned on the alarm clock with my mobile phone, and then fell asleep on the table.

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He was woken up by the sound of an alarm bell.

Opening his misty eyes, the first thing Peter saw was a flickering fire alarm on the ceiling. He stood up with a strong spirit, only to find that the whole scene was a mess.

Unlike ordinary fire drills, when people who are not trained and prepared are actually in danger, order has long been left behind them. And all this undoubtedly increases the time required for evacuation.

Peter saw the fire from the kitchen. The fire was not small, and the air was already smelling quite strong. The sprinkler pipes in the kitchen had been opened, but the water they had sprinkled had done nothing to make the fire burn harder, but had the effect of making it burn harder

At this moment, an explosion came from inside, and a tongue of fire more than a meter high erupted from the window, and even Peter, who was more than twenty meters away from it, felt a heat wave rushing towards him. Screams suddenly rang out from the crowd, and the scene suddenly became even more chaotic.

Peter took two steps forward, still a little confused in his mind. At this moment, a man bent over with his head down, rushed out of the burning kitchen and crawled to the ground. Looking at his dress, it seems that he is the chef here.

He gasped a few times and turned to look back at the kitchen. Seeing the raging fire that had spread, his eyes showed a look of horror.

"Lisa is still in there!" He screamed like crazy. "She's still in there and hasn't come out!"

However, this sentence was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the people around him did not react at all. They didn't even have time to protect themselves, and who would risk this to save people from the fire that burned so brightly?

At that moment, a second explosion sounded from inside the kitchen, and several pieces of hot debris were blown out. Another scream rang out, and the chef seemed to realize that he wasn't completely safe, so he quickly got up and turned to run. It seems that the people who are still trapped in the kitchen have been left behind.

A hand suddenly grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him away. Peter looked back, but it was Gwen. Gwen tugged him twice, but found that she couldn't pull at all.

"What are you doing standing here stupidly?" She shouted anxiously. "Hurry up. My God, why are there such stupid guys as you? ”

Peter finally came to his senses, his eyes gradually returning to clarity, and he pushed Gwen's hand away.

"You go first, I'll follow later." He said calmly. In the next moment, Gwen watched in disbelief as the boy, who usually looked a little muna, covered his mouth and nose with a wet tissue, and plunged headlong into the raging flames.

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As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Peter's eyes were spicy and he had to squint his eyes as smoke rushed to his face. The wet wipes in his hand allowed him to barely breathe in the smoke for the time being, but it didn't last long. The marble floor on the floor was so hot that Peter could even smell the burnt smell of his own shoes being burned.

In that brief moment of Force perception, Peter had already determined the approximate location of the man who was left in the kitchen. This undoubtedly saved him a lot of time, because visibility was quite poor in this smoke-filled environment.

And in this case, every second counts.

"Damn, this kitchen is really big." Peter couldn't help but curse. To serve hundreds of people at the same time without delay, this kitchen is naturally not much smaller. Including the freezer storage at the rear, the kitchen itself is larger than many restaurants.

It had only been a little over a minute since Peter felt his skin crack and his lungs ach with every breath he had. Although he could still feel the man's breath of life, Peter knew that his time was running out.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Peter stopped abruptly and took a step back. A piece of the ceiling not far in front of him suddenly fell off and smashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. If Peter had continued to rush forward just now, he would have smashed his head straight to the ground. Without further delay, Peter continued to walk forward.

Two more bends were made to avoid the two places where the fire was most intense. I don't know what was going on inside, but the heat coming from inside made it impossible for Peter to even get close. This is probably where the fire first started. Bypassing the side door, he finally came to the outside of the room where the other party was. A large collapsed shelf blocked the door to the room, blocking Peter's way.

Without the slightest hesitation, Peter rushed straight towards the burning shelf. The moment before he touched it, the mental power in Peter's mind was at maximum power. A force erupted, and a violent air current appeared without warning, instantly suppressing the flames on this shelf a lot.

Peter grabbed the part of the shelf that hadn't burned yet, and a piercing pain came from his hand. Peter frowned, but didn't let go. He let out a loud shout, and his hands suddenly exerted force, pushing the nearly two-meter-high shelf away.

"Get out of the way!"

With a bang, the shelf smashed to the ground, stirring up a burst of sparks. Peter had to take two steps back, and when the dust had receded, he finally saw what was going on inside the house.

It was a lot better than he thought. There are not many flammable materials in the house, and the fire has not completely spread here. Through the smoke he could barely see a figure at the other end of the room, without the slightest movement. Peter jumped over the shelves that had begun to burn again, and leaned in.

A girl in her twenties, dressed in a waitress's outfit, was hiding behind an iron cabinet. She was unconscious, but her chest was still faintly heaving. The other party should have been trapped here by the collapsed shelf at the beginning of the fire, and finally fainted due to lack of oxygen.

Peter put her hand around his neck and hugged her waist himself. Peter helped her to her feet, looked around, and began to look for the fastest way out.

Feeling the weight in his hands, he began to thank himself for his usual workouts. If he had followed his physical fitness half a year ago, it would have been impossible for him to escape here with an unconscious person.

After a few seconds, Peter determined the safest escape route, he hugged the girl in his arms a little tighter, bowed his head and rushed out.