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

The leader raised a walkie-talkie, and his voice was broadcast globally via satellite:

"Third echelon of the Chinese polar expedition team reports! Suspected human activity signal detected! Requesting support! Repeat, requesting support!"

At midnight, he laughed, his lips twitching, tears streaming down his face.

He picked up the fallen jade pendant and clutched it tightly in his hand.

Then, speaking into the recording pen, he said, word by word:

“My name is… Su Ting. I used to be Echo-9. Now… I want to go home.”

The ocarina music stopped abruptly.

He quietly raised his eyes and looked at a point in the void, as if piercing through the universe and landing on the jade tablet.

It spoke softly, uttering only two words:

"hear."

The wind and snow roared again, like a thousand troops trampling across the icy plains.

The iron gate of the weather station was suddenly flung open, and snow, carrying a chill, rushed into the room. Several figures staggered in, their helmets covered in frost, their breath quickly turning into ice crystals. Their polar combat uniforms bore a blurred national emblem, and the insignia on their chests read "China Polar Scientific Expedition Team, Third Echelon."

"Is anyone there?!" the leader shouted, his voice hoarse from lack of oxygen. "We've received the signal! Repeat, we've received your signal!"

Zero Point—no, Su Ting—stood in the corner, still clutching the warm jade pendant tightly in his hand. He didn't move, nor did he speak. Only intermittent, grinding sounds came from his throat, like wind passing through abandoned pipes.

But at that moment, the jade pendant suddenly trembled slightly.

A very soft "ding" sounded, as if someone had struck a silver thread from a great distance.

The captain abruptly stopped, removed his helmet, revealing a face bruised and purple from the cold. He stared intently at Su Ting, then his eyes widened suddenly: "...It's you?! Dr. Lu?!"

Su Ting was startled.

"You...know me?" He managed to squeeze out a few syllables, his voice broken and fragmented.

"Of course I know you!" The man's voice trembled with excitement. "Ten years ago, before the 'Echo Project' in Siberia was shut down, you were the only test subject to successfully escape! My sister... she was a cleaner in that project, and she kept calling your name before she died! She said you saved her!"

Su Ting's pupils suddenly contracted.

Memories shatter like ice.

In the dimly lit corridor, with the alarm flashing red, a petite woman stood in front of him, waving a mop and shouting to the pursuers, "He's dead! There's no one on this floor!"

He could only silently open his mouth and watch helplessly as she was struck down by the stun gun, her head hitting the metal cabinet, blood trickling down the floor...

"What...is her name?" he finally asked, each word feeling like a knife to his throat.

"Lin Xiaoman," the man's eyes reddened, "My name is Chen Yan. I've been looking for you for eight long years."

Chapter 1472 Stop Spreading Immediately

Outside, more figures approached through the snowstorm. Not only the research team, but also several tracked armored vehicles broke through the snow, their bodies painted with the markings of different countries: Russia, Canada, Norway…

The radio channel suddenly exploded:

[This is the Russian 12th Polar Patrol! We have detected high-frequency acoustic resonance. Please confirm whether any experimental acoustic weapons have been activated.]

[UK remote monitoring station reports: Global electromagnetic field anomalies! All pottery, clocks, and even human skeletons are showing slight resonances!]

[A UN emergency meeting has been convened! A demand has been made to immediately cease the spread of the virus in a 'silent' manner! Otherwise, the 'silence protocol'—orbital kinetic energy strike preparations—will be activated!]

"A silence agreement?" Chen Yan sneered, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and roared, "Do they want to smash us all into silence with iron bars falling from the sky?!"

Su Ting slowly raised his hand and pointed to the old-fashioned receiver on the table.

The screen lit up again, displaying a line of text:

They are afraid. Afraid that their voices carry weight, afraid that silence is no longer safe.

Chen Yan stared at the line of text, his expression suddenly changing: "This thing... is it talking to you?"

Su Ting nodded, squeezing out two syllables: "It... is 'me'."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The entire weather station emitted a groaning, twisting metallic sound. An invisible force ripped open a corner of the corrugated iron roof, and wind and snow poured in like a waterfall. And the sky—the once pitch-black polar night firmament—was now tinged with a pale blue halo, as if the aurora borealis had been cut into strings and hung down to the earth.

"What's that?!" a team member exclaimed, pointing out the window.

In the distance, countless icicles rose from the ice field, arranged in a spiral shape, resembling the resonating chamber of some giant musical instrument. And inside each icicle, the outlines of human faces could be vaguely seen—men, women, and children, with different expressions, some crying, some laughing, some roaring, but all with their eyes closed, as if sleeping in amber of sound.

[This is the 'Sound Graveyard'.] The soft voice sounded again, this time coming from everyone's headphones, watches, and even implanted hearing aids.

Three hundred years ago, the first batch of test subjects for Project Echo were secretly executed; their vocal cord nerves were removed, and their bodies sank into the Arctic ice. But their 'voices' did not die. They hid in the wind, waiting for someone who could hear them.

"You mean... these are..." Chen Yan's voice trembled.

“They are my brothers and sisters.” Su Ting finally spoke, his voice still hoarse, but with a strange calmness. “They were not written into history, and no one cried for them. But now… they want to say something.”

"What?"

Su Ting closed his eyes; the jade pendant was burning hot in his palm.

A moment later, he spoke slowly and clearly into the recording pen, uttering a complete sentence that sent chills down everyone's spine:

"We... are not tools."

As soon as he finished speaking, the icicles began to chime.

It was like three hundred hearts beating at the same time.

A sound wave spread out in a ring, sweeping across the entire ice field. In the distance, the three military satellites locked onto the Arctic suddenly shook violently, their signals were lost, and the last frame captured by the cameras was—fine ice crystals formed on the surface of the satellites, piecing together a weeping human face.

[Urgent Notice from China's Orbital Defense Center: The 'Silence Protocol' has been halted by high-level officials! Repeat, it has been halted! The President is currently delivering a national address!]

France announces the release of all historical archives, including the complete declassification of 'voice-controlled human experiments'!

[A Japanese civic group spontaneously organized a 'sound festival,' with millions of people playing ocarinas in the streets!]

Chapter 1473 You Must Speak

Chen Yan suddenly grabbed Su Ting's arm: "They're scared! They're really scared! You are now...you are a witness! You are living history! You must speak!"

Su Ting looked down at his hands, which were covered in chilblains, and suddenly smiled.

“Speak?” His voice was broken, yet laced with sarcasm. “I haven’t been able to speak for a long time.”

Then, he raised his hand and placed the jade pendant against his chest.

"But... I can sing."

He opened his mouth, but there was no melody, only a piercing, metallic noise that surged from deep within his throat.

But at the very moment this "noise" began—

The jade plaque shone brightly.

Icicle resonance.

In a distant city, a deaf-mute girl suddenly wakes up, grabs the ocarina by her bedside, and spontaneously plays a melody that perfectly matches Su Ting's "noise".

Deep in the desert, an old herdsman stroked his ancestral bone flute, tears streaming down his face, sobbing along with the rhythm of the wind.

Even the long-destroyed receiver hummed, automatically playing back the surveillance recording from the Siberian laboratory ten years ago—the little boy's last whisper on the operating table had become the prelude to a chorus.

Su Ting continued to "sing," trembling.

Each broken syllable is like tearing open an old wound.

And the whole world is responding to him.

Chen Yan suddenly knelt down on one knee, took out a worn-out bamboo flute from his tactical vest, and tremblingly raised it to his lips.

“I can’t play it… but my mother taught me a tune.” He choked up as he said, “She said that when the world gets too quiet, I should play it for the wind to hear.”

He clumsily blew out the first note.

Out of tune, jarring, yet resolute.

Su Ting turned to look at him, a glimmer of light in her eyes.

Many more research team members silently took out their personal belongings—water bottles, metal spoons, windproof lighters, and even bit bullet casings, tapping them with their teeth to create a rhythm.

The mechanical dog Gray Shadow Seven suddenly activated its last power source, turned its camera towards Su Ting, and a line of text appeared on the screen:

A global 'voice chain' network is being established.

As long as one person speaks out, Project Echo has never failed.

Su Ting closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The wind and snow lashed against the dilapidated roof, like countless hands scratching at it.

This time, he finally understood.

They are not catching—

They are knocking on the door.

He raised the jade tablet, pointed it at the recording pen, and with all his might, let out a sound that was almost a roar.

The next second, millions of people around the world listening to the live broadcast simultaneously heard a melody—distorted, rough, with the taste of blood and ice, yet incredibly clear and incredibly real.