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

【three】

Chen Mo closed her eyes, and her sister's voice appeared in her mind: "Mo Mo, the road is in your heart. Don't be afraid of the dark or the cold. Your sister is always watching over you."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and there were star-like specks of light flowing in them.

【two】

The silver-masked man swung his knife, and the liquid metal split into hundreds of fine needles, like a torrential rain.

【One】

"Open the door!"

The three roared simultaneously.

boom! ! !

The dream realm exploded!

A massive array of light rose from the ground of the entire street, as if an ancient seal had been torn open. The silver-masked man was struck by the beam of light, instantly contorted, and let out a horrific scream. His silver mask shattered, revealing the pained faces beneath—all the remnants of the souls of former slumberers, transformed into cleaners.

"They...are also trapped..." Chen Mo was stunned.

“That’s why we need to bang on the door,” Su Ting said coldly, “to wake them up too.”

Lin Wan walked towards the pile of disintegrating silver ingots, squatted down, and gently touched one of the human faces.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, "but this time, I'll take you with me."

The light array slowly contracted, transforming into a spiral pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

In the distance, the sounds of sirens, cars, and people all disappeared.

The entire street fell into an eerie silence.

Then--

A soft chuckle.

Chapter 1276 Finally Dared to Come Back

"Hey." Lin Wan suddenly looked up, gazing into the void, as if speaking to someone, "You've been hiding for so many years, aren't you tired?"

The air twisted slightly.

A figure slowly emerged.

He was wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a pen in his hand that looked exactly like a star-studded pen, except that the pen body was as black as ink.

"Lin Wan," he smiled, "you've been on the run for twelve years, and you finally dare to come back?"

Su Ting was startled, and his star-shaped pen suddenly pointed at him: "Dr. Cheng...?"

“I’m not a doctor anymore.” The man gently pushed up his glasses. “I’m the gatekeeper of ‘Dream Source.’ And also—the one who closed the door.”

Lin Wan stood up, clapped her hands, and smiled like a cat that had stolen a fish.

"Dad," he said cheerfully, "I brought some friends home. Won't you invite us in for a bit?"

The air was dead.

Dr. Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and a glint of something unfathomable flashed behind his glasses.

"You may come in." He slowly raised his black pen. "But you must answer one question first—"

His gaze fell on Chen Mo.

"If you woke up in a world where you never existed, would you still want to come back?"

Chen Mo opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he did.

Lin Wan suddenly put her arm around his shoulder and said with a smile:

You've asked the wrong person.

“You’ve asked the wrong person.” Lin Wan laughed lightly, as if saying how nice the weather was today. “He’s not the one who ‘whether or not to wake up’—he’s the one who’s already woken up and still dares to go back.”

Dr. Cheng frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Awake? But he's still standing in a dream."

"A dream?" Su Ting sneered, pointing to the slowly rotating pillar of light overhead. "You call this a dream? This is the backlash from the memories you severed! It's light leaking out from the crack in the door you thought was sealed!"

Chen Mo stood rooted to the spot, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He suddenly spoke, his voice low, yet sharp as a knife scraping against glass:

"I woke up once."

Everyone paused.

He raised his head, his eyes looking as if they had been burned by fire: "Twelve years ago, the hospital monitor went flat, and the doctor declared me brain dead. But I knew that I could hear my mother crying, that I could hear her holding my hand and calling, 'Mo Mo, don't go...' I wanted to open my eyes, I wanted to move my fingers, but I couldn't. My consciousness was pulled down by something, sinking, like falling into a bottomless well."

He paused, his voice hoarse.

"Later I 'woke up' in a winter without snow, and they said I was a miracle worker. But I... I'm not myself anymore. I've forgotten the taste of roasted chestnuts, what my sister looks like, and my mother's voice. I'm like a doll that's been pieced back together, and I can't even smile anymore."

Lin Wan looked at him quietly without saying a word.

“Now I understand.” Chen Mo stared at Dr. Cheng. “That wasn’t rehabilitation, it was ‘replacement.’ You pulled me out of my dream, stuffed me into a ‘living’ shell, and then told me: ‘Look, your mother has stopped crying, and everything is normal now.’”

“Normal?” He suddenly laughed, his voice icy. “But I don’t even dare to dream about home.”

Dr. Cheng paused for a moment, then slowly said, "You don't understand. Dreams are like viruses. They're contagious and they can devour reality. We're not trapping you; we're protecting everyone."

"Protection?" Lin Wan scoffed. "You locked over three thousand people in a dream, claiming it was for protection? You transformed sleepers into cleaners, claiming it was treatment? Dad, you researched 'consciousness synchronization' back then to save my mother who was in a coma after a car accident—but what you're doing now is exactly the same experiment that harmed her back then!"

Chapter 1277 What did you say?

"Shut up!" Dr. Cheng's voice changed for the first time, and his eyes behind his glasses suddenly sharpened. "What do you think you know? Those dreams, those emotions, will create a resonance wave. Once it gets out of control, the entire city will fall into a collective hallucination! Your sister... your sister was the first to lose control!"

"My sister?" Lin Wan's pupils contracted. "What did you say?"

“She didn’t die.” Dr. Cheng’s voice lowered, sounding somewhat weary. “She was at the very bottom of the ‘Dream Source,’ the first person to successfully achieve free travel of consciousness… and also the first person to be swallowed by dreams. She began to dream of other people’s lives, to see their pain, and to hear their cries. She refused to wake up, saying, ‘If dreams are real, then I will live for them.’”

Lin Wan's face turned pale.

"So you...locked her up?"

“We want to save her!” Dr. Cheng suddenly raised his hand, the tip of his pen slicing through the air, leaving a trail of ink. “But she’s starting to influence the other test subjects, making them want to ‘not wake up’ too. She’s become one of the sources of the dream. We have to… isolate her consciousness.”

"Bullshit!" Chen Mo suddenly roared, "You're not afraid of dreams at all! What you're afraid of is someone waking up and finding that this world is fake! What you're afraid of is someone remembering the truth!"

Before the words were even finished, the ground trembled again.

The needle that had once transformed into a silver-masked man suddenly boiled over, its remaining mercury boiling, and reformed itself at Dr. Cheng's feet—this time not into a person, but into a small, rusty wind chime.

"Ding……"

A very soft sound.

Lin Wan was startled.

"This voice..."

“My sister’s wind chimes,” he murmured. “She always hung them in front of her hospital room window… saying that hearing them ring was like someone holding her hand in her dreams.”

The wind chimes swayed gently, and the mercury flowed, tracing a blurry path on the ground, pointing to the long-collapsed wall behind the funeral home.

"She's over there..." Lin Wan's eyes suddenly lit up, "She's been waiting for us!"

"Halt." Dr. Cheng raised his black pen, the tip gathering a swirling mass of darkness. "You cannot go any further. The boundaries of the Dream Realm are already faltering. If you force your way through, the entire system will collapse, and the consciousness of all the sleepers will be exposed to the void. They will experience a lifetime of pain and death in an instant!"

"Then let them experience it!" Su Ting took a sudden step forward, slamming his star-shaped pen into the ground. "Do you think they want this kind of 'safety'? Having their memories erased, being replaced with obedient bodies, not even daring to cry out?"

"You don't understand what 'awakening' means at all!" Chen Mo stared intently at Dr. Cheng. "Awakening isn't about returning to normal. Awakening is about being willing to endure the pain to remember my mother's words, 'Don't be afraid,' even as she held me! Awakening is about knowing the world might be fake, yet still daring to say 'I exist!'"

“You…” Dr. Cheng’s voice trembled slightly, “You have no idea of ​​the consequences.”

“We know,” Lin Wan said softly, bending down to pick up the mercury wind chime and holding it in her palm. “That’s why we came.”

He suddenly smiled, like a young man who had achieved early success, like a child who had finally found a toy.

"Dad, do you know what's the most powerful thing about dreams?"

Dr. Cheng remained silent.

“It’s contagious.” Lin Wan blinked. “One dream can infect a thousand. One thought can burn down a city. You’re afraid of dreams, but you’ve forgotten—”

He raised the star-studded pen, its tip pointing upwards.

"Dreams are the beginning of waking."

boom--!

A blinding light erupted from the entire ruins. Behind the collapsed wall, a door slowly emerged.

Chapter 1278 Hospital Medical Record Card

It is not a physical entity.

It is a door pieced together from countless fragments of memories: yellowed photos, paper bags of roasted chestnuts, hospital medical records, nursery rhymes hummed by little girls, the ripples of wind chimes... layer upon layer, flowing endlessly.

"That's... the 'Dream Threshold Gate'?!" Dr. Cheng's expression finally changed. "You can't activate it! It requires three synchronized 'obsessions' to open!"