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

Just then, the gate suddenly closed automatically, and the overhead lights instantly turned scarlet.

[WARNING: Unauthorized intruders have entered the core area.]

[Activate the 'Echo Tomb' protocol.]

All sounds fell silent.

The ground shook, and the sound crystals on the four walls lit up simultaneously, releasing countless voices from them—some weeping, some screaming, some whispering, and... their own.

"Su Ting...you can't escape..." It was Su Ting's own voice, but it was filled with a desperate sob.

"Xiaoman...it's all your fault..." It was Teacher Lin's voice, as cold as a knife.

"Mom...don't leave me..." It was Duoduo crying out, even though she was standing right there.

"Hallucination!" Xiao Yin shouted, "Close your ears! Don't listen!"

"But the sound penetrates to the bone!" The gray child crouched down, clutching his head. "It's in my brain!"

Suddenly, the voice cracked and tore off his shirt, wrapped the iron pipe with strips of cloth, and lit it—a flash of light, and the sounds distorted briefly.

"Fire can interfere with sound waves!" she roared. "Make noise! ​​The more the better!"

Su Ting suddenly raised his vibrating blade and stabbed it hard into the ground.

"Om-!"

The low-frequency vibrations spread, causing cracks to appear in the crystals on the wall.

Chapter 1382 Gently Inserted into the Keyhole

"Xiaoman!" he roared, "Do you remember the first song Teacher Lin taught you? It wasn't a recording, it wasn't on the radio, it was something you heard with your own ears, she sang it to you face to face!"

Xiaoman nodded, her voice trembling.

"Then sing it out! Not to fight, not to resist—it's to 'remember'!"

Xiaoman closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.

Then, she opened her mouth and began to sing softly:

"The spring breeze blows across the hills..."

The sound was very soft, yet it was like a key gently inserted into a lock.

For a split second, all the auditory hallucinations stopped.

"Again!" Su Ting roared.

Xiaoman took a deep breath and raised her voice:

"Take away the snow, awaken the soil..."

Duoduo reacted instantly and pounced on him to catch up:

"Birds perched on branches, wings outstretched—"

He grinned, his voice cracking, grabbed an iron pipe, and banged it against the wall, keeping a rhythm:

"—Fly towards the light!!"

The gray child laughed wildly and slammed the flagpole against the ground, producing a booming, low-pitched drumbeat.

Su Ting's vibrating blade traced an arc on the ground, its blade resonating and emitting a low, growling harmony.

The four tones merged again, this time without anger or roaring, only a gentle yet firm resolve.

The singing echoed through the corridor, and one by one, the crystals of sound extinguished, cracked, and shattered.

Finally, the door leading to the underground slowly opened.

A cold wind swept over me, carrying the smell of dampness and rust.

A spiral staircase descends to a circular, secret chamber. In the center sits a thin figure, dressed in a faded white dress, her hair as white as snow, her hands bound to a massive sonic resonator by metal rings.

Her lips were moving, so faintly that they were almost invisible.

But the phrase "the sound of spring" did indeed come from her mouth.

“Teacher…” Xiaoman staggered down the steps, tears streaming down her face. “Teacher! It’s me! Xiaoman! Do you remember? You said that when spring comes, the voice will return… Now, I’ve come to find you with my voice!”

The woman slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were sunken, her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes... remained clear.

She looked at Xiaoman, her lips trembling, wanting to speak but unable to utter a sound.

"Her vocal cords are damaged!" Xiao Yin rushed over to examine her. "But her nervous system is responding! She can hear! She can 'think'! She just can't speak!"

"Then we'll speak for her!" she shouted in a broken voice, "Teacher Lin—we're here!!"

The gray-haired boy swung his drumstick and smashed it against the wall: "This wretched place needs a hole made today!"

Su Ting walked to the resonator, pressing the vibrating blade against the core module: "This thing uses her voice as its energy source. For ten years, they've been making her 'sing,' but they've been extracting her voice and feeding it to the entire Silent System."

"So...she was the original 'source of sound'?" Xiaoman trembled. "All the banned sounds...came from her?"

“That’s right.” Xiaoyin gritted her teeth. “She was the initiator of the ‘Spring Voice Project.’ Back then, she led the resistance against the Silence Act and sang the first banned song. After she was arrested, they discovered that her sound wave frequency could activate deep vocal remnants. So… they turned her into a living battery, locked her up here, and used her voice as a tool of repression.”

"You bastard..." Duoduo threw herself at Teacher Lin's feet, hugging her leg and wailing, "How could you do this to her? She clearly... clearly loved to sing so much..."

Teacher Lin lowered her head with difficulty and gently stroked Duoduo's hair with all her might.

Then, she looked at Xiaoman, her lips moving slightly, as if she were spelling out a name.

Chapter 1383 Shout it all out

Xiaoman knelt down and put her ear to her lips.

After a long while, she suddenly looked up, her face streaked with tears and ecstasy:

“She said… ‘Xiaoman…sing that song for me.’”

"Which one?" Su Ting asked.

“None of us have heard of it.” Xiaoman choked up. “It was a song she wrote for the future before she was arrested—a song she never had a chance to sing.”

"Then sing it now." He wiped his face, his voice cracking. "Let her hear it, her student, yell out everything she didn't finish!"

Xiao Yin quickly connected to the terminal and scanned the residual melody patterns in Teacher Lin's brainwaves.

"Found it! An unfinished pentatonic scale, the mood is marked as... hope."

She imported the data into a portable speaker and played the basic melody.

Xiaoman took a deep breath, stood up, faced Teacher Lin, and opened her arms, just like Teacher Lin had taught her back then.

She spoke, her voice clear as a spring:

"The spring breeze blows across the hills..."

Duoduo continued: "Take away the snow, awaken the soil..."

With a voice cracking with rage, he roared, "The throat that has been sealed will finally cry out—"

The gray child pounded the ground, roaring, "The silent city must light its own way!!"

Su Ting joined in, his voice low but firm:

"The iron gate is broken—the rusty lock needs to be replaced!"

The five voices merged completely for the first time.

The vibrating blade hummed incessantly, the resonator vibrated violently, and the metal latches broke one after another.

Teacher Lin's body trembled slightly, and a light flickered in her eyes.

Suddenly, her lips moved.

No sound.

But Xiaoman suddenly widened her eyes, as if she had heard something.

“Teacher…” she said, trembling, “You were singing… weren’t you? You sang in my heart…”

Teacher Lin smiled.

For the first time in ten years, I smiled.

Just then, the entire underground space shook violently, and alarms blared everywhere.

[WARNING: The core sound source is out of control.]

[Initiating the final protocol—'Annihilation Echoes'.]

[Countdown: Three minutes.]

"It's going to self-destruct!" Xiao Yin shouted. "The entire third underground level will collapse, and we'll all be buried!"

"Then let's run!" The gray-haired boy hoisted the drum onto his shoulder. "Let's run with the teacher!"

“No.” Su Ting stared at the resonator. “It’s not just a machine anymore. It’s become a part of ‘her.’ If we forcibly take her away, the system will overload and it will backfire on her nerves.”

"But she'll die if she stays here!" he roared, his voice cracking.