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

"I still want to live." The voice recorder quietly recorded his unconscious words.

The ocarina's sound grew stronger, as if someone were sitting opposite him playing. Snowflakes fell on the window, trembling slightly with the melody, forming indistinct words:

I didn't come here to see you.

I've come to return your voice.

"Bullshit!" Zero slammed his fist on the window. "I've been voiceless for ages! You guys took away my vocal cord nerves! All I can do is make noise!"

After he finished speaking, a harsh, scraping sound came out of his throat, like a rusty piece of iron scraping against a cement floor.

But right after that strange sound, the ocarina actually... responded.

A melody was composed using that strange sound.

Gentle, solemn, with a sense of commemoration.

Zero was stunned.

"You...you're singing using my 'noise'?"

Your voice has never disappeared.

New text appears on the screen, word by word:

The world never listens.

Outside the door, the wind and snow suddenly stopped for a moment.

It was eerily quiet.

Then, a rustling sound came from afar, as if something was struggling to make its way over.

At midnight, I grabbed my hunting rifle and crouched down against the wall.

The snow piled up under the door was pushed aside, and a black mechanical dog slowly poked its head in. Its body was covered in ice, its left leg broken, yet it was still functioning. Its camera was pointed at midnight, and the screen lit up.

[Codename: Gray Shadow Seven. Formerly a guard unit of 'Echo Project'. Your bio-frequency has been detected to match the core database by 99.2%. Execute the final clause of the agreement: Return the relics.]

The mechanical dog's back popped open, revealing a sealed box.

Lingdian trembled as he opened it—inside was an old jade pendant, exactly the same as the one he had seen on Xiaosheng, except for a crack.

"This is... mine?" He was stunned.

It's yours. And it's the first one.

The soft voice suddenly appeared in the air, not inside the machine, not in the headphones, but echoed directly in every corner of the room.

You are the first 'container,' Zero. The one among the three hundred clones closest to a complete personality. But they feared your awakening, so they exiled you here, severing all connections. Yet voice... is never afraid of distance.

"Shut up!" Zero roared. "I'm no longer an experimental subject! I'm just a piece of trash! A monster who can't even cry out!"

"Then tell me—" The voice softened, almost a whisper.

Why do you speak into a recording pen? Why do you carve dates on the wall every night? Why do you keep waiting for this day even though you could die?

At midnight, we were frozen in place.

Tears rolled down his stubble, leaving small wet marks on the ground.

On the mechanical dog's screen, a video clip was displayed: years ago, a little boy lay on the operating table, his consciousness fading, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered his last words.

A caption appears at the bottom of the screen:

I want to be heard, just once.

"Damn it..." Zero punched the wall. "Don't talk about this... don't talk about it..."

The ocarina began to play again.

This time it's not a solo performance.

Three thousand meters underground in the Arctic, the loudspeakers of an abandoned listening station suddenly start up;

The bronze bells of a church in an island nation in the South Pacific mysteriously chimed on their own.

A broken ceramic pot hanging on the barrel of a tank in the African theater of war resonated with a mournful sound in the wind.

Even the probes on the far side of the moon recorded an unusual vibration waveform without anyone noticing.

Chapter 1470 The Soft Flute Sound

All of these were responding to the soft whistle.

With each addition of a sound, the jade tablet lights up one more point.

The cracked jade in Zero Point's hand began to heal, and light seeped out from the crack, shining on his face.

"Are you even alive anymore?" she asked softly, her tone as gentle as the anonymous message from their first meeting.

At midnight, he looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"I don't know... I really don't know..."

Let me confirm for you.

The entire metal structure of the weather station began to resonate, and the doors and windows shook violently. The voice recorder automatically replayed his words, "I still want to live," over and over again, becoming clearer and clearer, more and more like a declaration.

At the same time, the live stream chat exploded with comments:

[Holy crap! The data coming back from Mars has changed! The sound of the wind there has turned into a melody!]

[Holy crap, anyone upstairs watching real-time satellite images? The airflow over the Arctic is forming a spiral!]

[Sister, I'm uncultured, but I cried. Is this going to resonate globally?]

Is your whispering trying to wake something up?

No, it's awakening us.

Su Ting stared at the holographic map, his voice strained: "The energy field's coverage area is doubling every minute... This isn't technology, it's the embodiment of collective will!"

Duoduo suddenly stood up: "I hacked into the military's orbital weapon system and found that they were preparing to jam the pulse—these lunatics want to destroy the source of the sound wave!"

"Where?" the gray-haired boy gritted his teeth.

"Right... over the Arctic Circle, three geostationary satellites have locked onto the target, with a countdown of seventeen minutes."

Su Ting turned and rushed toward the broadcasting station: "Listen up, everyone. I'm about to play an audio clip—from the United Nations' 'Voices of the Earth' archive from thirty years ago, number Δ-7. Back then, they collected voice clips from ordinary people around the world, made them into a gold record, and sent it into space. But there was one clip that was never included."

He pressed play.

An aged female voice slowly rang out:

“I am Lin Xiufen, 79 years old, from Wenzhou, Zhejiang. I want to tell my grandson that Grandma has always known that he didn’t knock over the candles in the fire that day. I forgot to turn off the stove. I didn’t dare to say it, afraid that he would carry the guilt for the rest of his life. My dear, I’m sorry, and thank you for singing to me at my grave every year.”

The moment the voice fell, the figure in the small voice suddenly trembled.

The jade plaque emitted a dazzling light.

The entire live stream signal suddenly switched—it was no longer the image of Xiaosheng standing on the stage, but three hundred parallel images appeared simultaneously: each one was a person of different ages, genders, and races, holding an ocarina or a simple musical instrument, standing in their own homes, streets, hospitals, prisons, battlefield ruins...

They opened their lips at the same time.

The same melody began to play.

Transcending language, transcending life and death.

At midnight, he knelt on the ground, his shotgun fell to the ground, and he covered his ears tightly with both hands, yet he couldn't help but leave gaps between his fingers.

"Stop...it hurts too much...it hurts so much..."

"This is the price of being heard," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

You have to bear the return of all those memories you thought no one cared about. But... you're not alone anymore.

The mechanical dog Gray Shadow 7 suddenly activated its remaining power and plugged a data cable into the weather station's main control console.

The global landscape shifted—an ancient star map appeared, marking the coordinates of dozens of "sources of sound." One of them was twinkling in the North Pole.

"These are... all the unrecorded emotional outbursts in human history?" Duoduo's eyes widened.

“Not only,” the gray child whispered, “but also in the location of the scars. Every place of large-scale repression, silence, and forgetting hides a jade tablet.”

Chapter 1471 Heavy Winter Clothing

Su Ting took a deep breath: "So speaking softly isn't an isolated case... it's the seed."

She glanced softly at the camera, her voice gentle yet firm:

“Each of you can become the next container.”

The comments started scrolling again, ten times faster than before:

I want to go to Lhasa! There's an abandoned temple there; my mother said she wanted to go there to pray before she disappeared!

There's a school for the deaf and mute along the Jinjiang River in Chengdu. The principal says the children always hear music at night!

There is an ancient well in the Gobi Desert of Inner Mongolia. Village records state that "women's chanting could often be heard at midnight!"

At midnight, I struggled to climb to the window and looked at the wind and snow that were swirling up again outside.

Suddenly, he saw shadows in the snow—a dense mass of people, dressed in heavy winter clothes, walking towards the weather station through the blizzard.