Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

"What do we do?!" Chen Mo panicked. "There's nowhere to run!"

Su Ting slowly pulled out the Star Sand Pen, its tip pointing upwards.

"Run?" He laughed. "We're here to pick people up—not to escape."

Lin Wan turned around, met his gaze, and suddenly spoke at the same time:

"Yes, I'm here—"

"The one banging on the door."

Before he finished speaking, the star-studded pen drew a huge symbol in the air, and Lin Wan put her hands together and whispered a string of code.

【DREA-MO-VERRIDE】

[Command activated: Dream realm extends to a 300-meter radius of reality]

The ground began to glow, as if a galaxy was awakening underground.

Cracks appeared in the walls of the funeral home, and images from my dreams began to surface—

The morgue opened automatically, and all the people lying inside opened their eyes;

At the end of the corridor, a "guide" dressed in a black robe slowly walked over, carrying a lantern in his hand;

A crack appeared in the sky, and countless points of light fell like rain, each one reflecting the face of a sleeping person.

Su Ting took a step forward, and the motorcycle automatically took off, hovering in mid-air, its energy core bursting with blinding light.

"Chen Mo!" he roared, "Remember—on your way home, don't trust the police, don't trust the doctors, and don't trust the name on the ID card!"

"Believe in what?" Chen Mo asked, trembling.

"Believe in the person who waits for you in your dreams!" Su Ting roared. "Believe that he cried for you, believe that he drew a road for you, believe that even if the world says you don't exist, he will still keep a lamp burning!"

Lin Wan chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing the last name on the list, and murmured:

"Are you ready... to embrace your 'truth'?"

In the distance, car headlights pierced the night.

Before a gunshot was fired, the door was already open.

"Hey," Lin Wan suddenly turned around and asked Chen Mo with a smile, "Do you still remember the taste of the sugar-roasted chestnuts you loved to eat when you were little?"

Chapter 1274 It was so hot I had to blow on it.

“I remember…” Chen Mo’s voice trembled, his throat felt like it was blocked by something, “It was sweet and hot, the shell cracked open, and sesame seeds fell into my palm, so hot that I had to blow on them.”

Lin Wan smiled, her eyes suddenly shining brightly, as if a small flame had been ignited.

"Can you smell it?" he asked softly.

"what?"

"The smell of chestnuts."

Chen Mo was stunned, and took a deep breath—

A faint, almost imperceptible aroma of caramel wafted from the crack of the old iron gate of the funeral home, mingled with the warmth of charcoal and sesame.

His eyes widened: "Impossible... Where did this place come from...?"

"The scent left by the dream." Lin Wan tilted her head, as if listening to something. "For the past three minutes, everyone on the street had the same dream—a street corner in winter, a woman wearing an old cotton-padded coat, carrying a paper bag, saying, 'My son will be back soon, he has to be here while he's still warm.'"

Chen Mo's heart clenched painfully.

“That’s…my mom…”

“She didn’t die.” Lin Wan stared at him, emphasizing each word. “She waited in reality for twelve years, setting up a stall on that street corner every winter to sell roasted chestnuts. She said that if the child came back, the first thing he would do was run over as soon as he smelled the aroma.”

Chen Mo's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"But I...I clearly already..."

“You ‘died’ three times.” Lin Wan interrupted him, her voice suddenly turning cold. “Once the hospital declared you brain dead, once your file was cancelled, and once your ID card was marked as ‘destroyed.’ But your mother didn’t believe it. She burned your ‘memorial portrait’ three times, and then secretly picked out half of your face from the ashes and stuck it on the headboard.”

Chen Mo covered his mouth, his tears falling into the sand.

Su Ting walked over, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and used such force that it felt like she was trying to pull his soul back into his body.

"Finished crying?" His voice was as cold as iron. "Then stand up. Your mother is still waiting, not for you to cry, but for you to walk back, push open that door, and say 'I'm home.'"

Chen Mo looked up, his face still wet with tears, but he had bitten himself until he bled.

"I...I want to go back."

"Then don't block the way." Su Ting sneered and pointed.

In mid-air, the motorcycle transformed into a streak of light, crashing into the first black van approaching from the alley entrance.

boom--!

Flames shot into the sky, yet there was no sound, as if the explosion had been swallowed up by some force.

The second car braked suddenly, the door slammed open, and seven or eight men in black jumped out, holding long, black-barreled guns with an eerie blue glow at the muzzle.

"Neural suppression gun!" Lin Wan hissed. "They want to capture us alive and put our consciousness back into a deep sleep!"

“Perfect.” Su Ting licked his lips, his eyes shining with excitement. “Let them see what it means to be awake for too long and no longer afraid of ‘sleeping’.”

With a flick of his wrist, the star-shaped pen drew a spiral in the air.

[Command: Dream Rewind - Seven Seconds]

Time seems to stand still.

A van that was heading towards them slowly reversed, smashing a streetlight before sliding back ten meters. The men in black inside the van moved stiffly, their expressions contorted, as if pulled back to the past by an unseen hand.

"They're fighting against the Dream Domain!" Lin Wan shouted. "The consciousness barrier is very strong; it can only hold for thirty seconds at most!"

"Enough." Su Ting grinned maliciously, pressing down sharply with the tip of his pen.

【Dream Realm Enhancement - Pain Reversal】

In an instant, all the men in black let out a shrill scream.

Their nerve signals were reversed—pain was amplified a hundredfold, and fear was personified as a physical shadow that crawled out from behind them and tore at their shoulders.

"Aaaaaah—my bones are burning!"

Chapter 1275 This is the backlash of a dream

"That's not a shadow! That's a dream I had when I broke my leg when I was five! It's eating me!!"

A man in black frantically tore at his face, while his shadow grew teeth and bit his wrist.

Chen Mo's scalp tingled: "This...this is the backlash from the dream?!"

“No,” Lin Wan said softly, “it’s their deep-seated fear that has been ‘exposed’ by the Dream Realm. Everyone has a corner in their heart that they dare not wake up to—we are the ones who dig it out.”

Suddenly, the roof of the third car exploded!

A beam of silver light shot out, heading straight for Lin Wan's face.

"Watch out!" Chen Mo lunged forward and shoved him aside.

A silver light pierced the ground—it was a slender needle with a line of small characters engraved at its end:

【Dream Source: Cleaner Department】

"The cleaners..." Su Ting narrowed his eyes, his expression finally turning serious. "They've deployed the cleaners?"

Lin Wan got up from the ground, dusted off her school uniform, and laughed even less: "Oh? Finally, you've sent hunting dogs to catch the lost sheep?"

Before the words were finished, the needle suddenly melted, turning into a pool of mercury-like liquid that quickly crawled across the ground and condensed into a human shape.

A man slowly stood up.

He had no face, only a smooth silver surface, and held a short knife made of liquid metal in his hand.

“L-9,” the silver-masked man spoke, his voice like countless whispers, “The retrieval order is in effect. You will be re-frozen.”

Lin Wan tilted her head, her eyes flashing with an alarming light: "Oh my, the cleaners can talk? I thought you all had your vocal cords removed."

The silver-masked man remained motionless: "The last ten seconds."

“Nine.” Su Ting stepped forward, pointing the star-studded pen at him.

"Eight." Chen Mo stood beside him, trembling, and took out the yellowed photo from his pocket—a photo of him and his sister.

"Seven." Lin Wan gently stroked the last name on the list and whispered, "Sister, I'm taking you home."

【six】

The ground cracked open, and countless points of light rose from the cracks, coalescing into hundreds of blurry figures—all phantoms of sleepers struggling in their dreams.

【Fives】

A ghostly blue flame ignited at the tip of Su Ting's pen, and a blinding beam of light erupted from the wreckage of the motorcycle, transforming into an energy chain that coiled around the silver-masked man.

[Four]

Lin Wan spread her arms, and the list turned to ashes, scattering with the wind. Each grain of ash transformed into a tiny rune, which then seeped into the air.