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

The beam of light suddenly contracted, and the figure opened its arms, its mouth opening and closing silently.

Immediately afterwards, a completely new sound burst forth from within it—

"Xiaoman... Teacher... save me..."

Xiaoman trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

That was Teacher Lin's voice.

But it's not a cold, impersonal copy of what's broadcast.

It was... her last words before she was dragged away ten years ago.

“Impossible…” Xiaoman took a step back. “She never said that…that was in my…my dream…”

She looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with fear: "It was...it was something I buried in my own memories. How...how could they know?"

Su Ting's face darkened: "It doesn't just copy voices... it reads minds. It reads our deepest pain."

With a piercing roar, she shouted, "Then let it hurt enough!" She suddenly slammed the guitar to the ground, lunged at it, and plucked the broken string with her hand. Blood seeped from her fingertips, mixed with the electric current.

"I'm going to use my blood to compose a new song today!"

The gray child stomped his foot and pulled out a tattered flag from behind his back, on which was painted in red paint: "Noise is justice."

He plunged the flagpole into the crack in the drumhead, raised it high, and roared:

"All the mute people in the city! Open your mouths, you fucking mute people!!"

As if in response to his shout, the clock tower of the abandoned school in the distance suddenly resounded with a loud bang—not an electronic sound, but someone was smashing the rusty clock with an iron bar.

The loudspeakers in the south alley roared in unison, the old ironworks whistled, and even a dull thud came from underground—like someone hitting a pipe with a bone.

Xiao Yin's terminal was flashing wildly:

Number of sound wave clusters: 127

[Emotional entropy exceeds the critical point]

[System Warning: Mass Resonance is about to trigger a physical shock!]

Su Ting gazed at the still struggling echo, slowly raised the Vibration Blade, and pointed the tip of the blade towards the sky.

"You think you can silence us by stealing our voices?" he whispered. "But you forget—voices are never in the mouths."

Chapter 1380 The Pieced-together Monster

He turned around and looked at Xiaoman, Duoduo, Poyin, and Huihaizi, and at everyone who came out of the darkness.

“It’s in—” he suddenly raised his hand, “in our hearts!”

Everyone roared in unison:

"In our hearts!!"

The sound waves crashed towards the main control tower like a tsunami.

The pillar of light finally exploded, and the monster pieced together from sound twisted and tore apart in mid-air, eventually turning into countless fragments of sound waves that scattered into the wind.

The dust settled.

The main control tower fell silent.

But at this moment——

Xiaoyin's terminal suddenly beeped.

The screen lights up, and a new message appears:

[Encrypted signal received.]

[Source: Deep within the Sound Remains Storage Library.]

[Content: ...Save...me...]

Immediately afterwards, an audio clip played automatically.

It was an extremely faint, intermittent song—

"...The...Sound...of...Spring..."

Xiaoman trembled all over.

That was Teacher Lin's voice.

But this time, it's not copying, it's not mimicry.

It was a real, trembling, and hopeful voice of a living person.

"She...is still alive?!" Duoduo grabbed Xiaoman's hand, her voice trembling.

Xiao Yin stared intently at the signal source location: "On the third underground level... at the deepest part of the acoustic remains storage... there is an independent life sign signal! She was imprisoned there... for ten whole years..."

Su Ting gripped the vibrating blade tightly, his eyes hardening.

“They thought that locking someone in a silent hell would make her disappear.” He slowly walked towards the door of the main control tower. “But they forgot—as long as there is a breath left, one can sing.”

With a cracked voice, he shook his bloodied hand, picked up his guitar, and sneered, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go sing her out."

The gray-haired boy picked up the drum, grinned, and said, "I'll play the intro."

Xiaoman took a deep breath, took Duoduo's hand, and looked at Su Ting: "This time... we won't sing sad songs, right?"

Su Ting turned around and grinned: "That's right. This time, we'll sing—Open the door."

He raised his vibrating blade and slashed fiercely at the alloy door of the main control tower.

"boom--!"

Sparks flew, and a faint blue light shone through the crack in the door.

From within came a very soft, faint humming, as if rising from the depths of the earth:

"Behind the iron gate... someone... is still awake..."

Xiaoman suddenly looked up, tears streaming down her face.

She shouted loudly through the crack in the door:

"Teacher! We've come to pick you up—this time, it's your turn to listen to us sing!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire alloy door shuddered violently, as if struck from the inside by some force. The eerie blue light flickered, like the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"It's fighting back!" Xiao Yin shouted, pressing the terminal to her chest. "There's a sound pressure trap behind the gate, the automatic defense system has activated! If it crashes again, the entire tower base will collapse!"

"So what if it collapses!" The voice cracked as he threw the broken-stringed guitar through the crack in the door. "I'd rather be buried here than let that old bastard lock someone up for another ten years!"

The gray child slammed the drum to the ground, pulled out the flagpole, and plunged it into the crack: "Then let's smash it together—one, two, three, smash!!"

Five figures crashed into the gate simultaneously.

"boom--!"

With a deafening crash, the metal twisted, and the door finally burst open, leaving a gap half a person's height. A ghostly blue light poured out, illuminating the blood and ecstasy on their faces.

Su Ting was the first to crawl in, his vibrating blade held horizontally in front of his chest. Inside was a long, sloping metal corridor, the walls covered with honeycomb-like grooves, each containing a faintly glowing crystal—not stone, but solidified sound waves.

Chapter 1381 Memory Trap

“Sound fragments…” Xiaoman reached out with trembling hands. Her fingertips had just touched a crystal when a familiar melody suddenly rang in her ears—the first nursery rhyme that Teacher Lin had taught her to sing.

"Don't touch them!" Su Ting pulled her away abruptly. "These are memory traps. They'll extract your deepest memories and turn them into cages."

Duoduo clung close to Xiaoman and whispered, "Then... is Teacher also trapped inside?"

“No.” Xiaoyin crouched down, scanning the vibration frequency of the ground with her terminal. “The signal source is further down. These sound fragments are just the ‘skin.’ The real core is in the living resonance layer—there, sound can directly stimulate nerves, creating hallucinations, pain, and even making people voluntarily silent.”

"Voluntary silence?" the gray-haired child sneered. "Who would willingly become mute?"

"The people who are afraid," he whispered in a broken voice, "afraid to hear their own voice, afraid to remember who they are."

At the end of the corridor, a circular gate slowly opened, as if inviting them to enter.

Su Ting squinted: "It's too quiet. It doesn't seem like a trap, but more like... waiting for us."

"Then let it wait its turn!" The voice cracked as it picked up a piece of iron pipe from the ruins, swung it, and smashed it against the wall. "I'm not going to follow its rules!"

"Wait!" Xiaoyin suddenly raised her hand. "There's a sound... coming from below. It's not an electronic signal, it's the frequency of a real person's voice!"

Everyone held their breath.

Sure enough, from a great distance, a broken humming drifted up through the ventilation ducts—it was still the same line:

"The sound of spring... the sound of spring..."

Xiaoman rushed forward: "It's the teacher! She keeps repeating this sentence! What is she telling us!"

"Calm down!" Su Ting grabbed her. "She might have been brainwashed; her voice is a weapon now!"

"But she's singing!" Duoduo shrieked. "Singing is a symbol of freedom! The people in the Silent Tower have long forgotten how to sing! Only the living would think of spreading the melody!"

“She’s alive, but we might not be able to bring her back,” Su Ting said in a deep voice. “Ten years have passed; her vocal cords may be damaged, and her nervous system may have been reconstructed. We have to be prepared—she might… not recognize us anymore.”

Xiaoman bit her lip hard: "Then I'll let her get to know me all over again! Starting from the very first note!"