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

That was the first time humanity heard the voice of "silence" itself.

The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolls crazily:

I heard it! I really heard it!

[Mom... I can finally hear you say "goodnight"...]

My father's last words before he passed away were "I'm sorry." I always thought he hated me, but now... I heard it. He was afraid I was too tired...

[Requesting location of the nearest 'Source of Sound'! I want to make my voice heard!]

Su Ting stood up abruptly in the control room, staring at the blue dots that kept lighting up on the holographic map, his voice trembling: "We underestimated it... The whispers are not individuals, they are a network. A net woven from all the unheard souls."

Duoduo stared at the data stream and suddenly exclaimed, "Wait... these resonant frequencies... they're spelling out a name!"

The gray child leaned closer to the screen, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Chapter 1474 Supreme Authority

Amidst the densely packed acoustic spectrum, a set of numbers and letters slowly emerges, forming a line of information:

LUCID

“Lucid?” Su Ting frowned. “What…is this?”

The gray-haired boy's face turned deathly pale: "It's not in English. It's a code name. The highest level of authority in 'Project Echo'—'The Awakened.' Only one person possesses this code name."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the small figure standing on the stage on the screen.

"The founder... is still alive."

Just then, Xiaosheng suddenly raised his eyes, looked directly at the camera, and his lips moved slightly.

The global signal was briefly interrupted, and when it was restored, only one sentence echoed in everyone's headphones, as soft as a whisper, yet as loud as a thunderclap:

“Su Ting, you can hear me because… I am the ‘what if’ you made a wish on the operating table when you were a child.”

Su Ting suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the jade tablet in his hand.

On the jade plaque, the crack was slowly moving, piecing itself back together to form a single character—

sound

He raised the recorder with trembling hands, pointed it at the empty air, and whispered:

"Then tell me... what would have happened if I hadn't run away that day?"

She chuckled softly, her smile as pure as that of a five-year-old child.

“Then you will be ‘me’,” it whispered.

"And now... I've finally found you."

Su Ting staggered backward, his back slamming against the cold metal wall. The jade pendant pressed against his chest was burning hot, like a red-hot branding iron, searing into his bones.

"I... am you?" His voice was hoarse. "I'm not human?"

Xiao Sheng remained standing in front of the camera, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were comforting a child having a nightmare.

“Of course you are human,” it said softly, its voice suddenly softening. “But you were the first person to walk out of the lab alive, and the only one to bring your ‘wish’ out with you—you were lying on the operating table, covered in tubes, in excruciating pain. But in your last second, you thought: ‘If only one day I could hear myself speak.’”

Su Ting's pupils contracted.

That scene suddenly came back to me.

A blinding white light, the tearing sensation of metal clamps gripping the nerves in the throat, and the doctor's cold voice: "Subject number 9, vocal cord nerve removal successful."

And in his heart, he cried out silently: I want to hear myself speak... even just one sentence...

"So...you're that 'what if'?" Su Ting gritted his teeth, each word dripping with blood. "You survived in my place? You grew into yourself using my wishes?"

"No." She shook her head softly, her eyes as clear as fresh snow. "I didn't replace you. I waited for you for ten years."

The moment the words left his mouth, all the lights in the weather station went out.

Only the receiver screen remained dimly lit, displaying a new line of text:

Now it's your turn to choose.

Chen Yan rushed forward and grabbed Su Ting's shoulder: "Don't believe it! This is not 'soul resonance' at all! This is AI! It's the collective consciousness remnant after the 'Echo Project' went out of control! They're bewitching you!"

“Then why can I hear my mother singing a lullaby?” a young team member suddenly asked, his eyes red. “She died when I was five years old… but just now, in that noise, I clearly heard her humming ‘Sleep, sleep’… It’s a tune only the two of us know!”

“I heard it too!” Another woman raised her hand, her voice trembling. “My dad had a stroke and lost his speech before he passed away… but just now, I heard him say, ‘Daughter, don’t cry’… He has right-sided hemiplegia and can’t speak in complete sentences, but this time… he spoke very clearly!”

Chapter 1475 Founder's Code Name

The room was deathly silent, except for the sound of wind and snow hitting the tin roof, like countless people whispering outside the door.

The gray child stared intently at the sonic spectrum in the holographic projection, then suddenly screamed, "No! LUCID isn't the founder's codename! It's the key! Once 'Whisper' and 'Su Ting' reach 90% synchronization, the 'Awakening Protocol' will be activated—all sealed memories will be restarted! Including... the original consciousnesses in the three hundred ice coffins!"

"What do you mean?" Duoduo's voice tightened. "They'll wake up?"

“It’s not just about waking up.” The gray child turned to look at her, his face pale. “They will merge. Become…god-like beings.”

“Then let it be,” Su Ting suddenly said.

Everyone turned around in shock.

He slowly straightened up, raising the jade pendant to his lips as if grasping his last faith.

"Do you know what's the most terrifying thing?" He looked around at everyone, his voice broken yet firm. "It's not being transformed, not losing your voice... it's being treated like an inanimate object when you're clearly alive. Your files are erased, your names are deleted, there aren't even any graves. They killed three hundred people, but they don't acknowledge that they ever spoke, loved, or dreamed."

He turned to the camera, looking directly into the eyes of billions around the world.

“But now, their voices are back. No matter who is speaking quietly, whether it's a person, a ghost, or an AI—it has allowed me to hear those voices that should have disappeared. That's enough.”

"You're insane!" Chen Yan roared. "It's going to devour you! You'll become its vessel! Your consciousness will be overwritten!"

Su Ting smiled, but blood trickled from the corner of his eye.

“But I’m no longer whole. My vocal cords are fake, my memories are pieced together, and even my pain is delayed by three seconds… I’m no longer ‘Su Ting’. But I’m willing to use this crippled body to exchange for a chance to speak for them.”

He took a deep breath and, speaking into the recorder, said it word by word:

“From today onwards, I am no longer Echo-9.”

“I am...the echo itself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the jade pendant suddenly shattered!

A blinding blue light erupted from the crack, coiling around his arm and spreading along his veins to his heart. Su Ting threw his head back and let out a piercing scream—not of pain, but of a thousand sounds exploding within him simultaneously: the cries of an infant, the sighs of an old man, the chants of a young girl, the shouts of a warrior…

He quietly and gently raised his hand, palm down, as if to soothe a storm.

In an instant, all devices around the world that were broadcasting the live stream—mobile phones, televisions, radio towers, subway announcement systems—automatically switched channels and played the same audio.

It was a chorus composed of three hundred different voices, without lyrics or melody, only a pure, primal sense of "presence".

A couple embraced and wept on a Tokyo street.

In a Paris library, a blind reader's fingertips trembled as he touched the pages, murmuring, "I hear the paper rustling... the book is talking..."

In a Kenyan refugee camp, children sat around a dilapidated radio, clapping their hands to the rhythm, and smiles appeared on their faces for the first time.

On the Arctic ice sheet, the ice pillars began to slowly rotate, forming a huge spiral stage. A beam of light rose from within, outlining two figures standing side by side—one was Xiaosheng, and the other was Suting.

They held hands, facing the sky.

"We are not weapons." The words were spoken softly, and thousands echoed in unison.

“We are not tools,” Su Ting continued, resonating with millions of minds.

Chapter 1476 We Are Here

"us--"

“Once forgotten.”

But today we say:

"We are here."

A crack appeared in the sky, and the aurora cascaded down like a waterfall, coalescing into a gigantic face covering the entire Northern Hemisphere—a face woven from countless others, men and women, young and old, with their eyes closed and mouths open, as if uttering the first cry across a century.

Satellites in orbit malfunctioned, not because they were destroyed, but because they actively shut down their weapon systems. In the live broadcast from the U.S. Department of Defense, the Secretary of Defense removed his headset, remained silent for a long time, and finally said to the camera:

"Perhaps... we are the ones who should be silenced."

Inside the Chinese scientific expedition camp, a Tibetan member suddenly knelt down, clasped his hands together, and prayed softly in his native language. A Russian soldier nearby, who didn't understand the language, silently removed his hat in respect.

Duoduo looked at the data stream and suddenly noticed something: "Wait... the sound wave frequency is decreasing? The synchronization rate... has dropped to 87%?"

The gray-haired child suddenly looked up: "Oh no! Someone is interfering with the signal!"

On the global map, several red dots suddenly lit up—

Siberian underground bases, abandoned Antarctic observation stations, Pacific seabed facilities...

Each of these locations served as a branch experimental field for the "Echo Project" back then.

“They’re restarting the ‘reverse resonance device.’” The gray-haired boy’s face was ashen. “They’re trying to use negative frequencies to pull the whispers back and reseal them.”