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

"Shut up!" Teacher Zhang shrieked. "You're talking nonsense! That's just the pipes! It's the sound of wind! It's system noise!"

“Then let me prove it to you now.” Su Ting stood up and turned to the metal door buried deep in the auditorium’s basement. She inserted the terminal into the rusty control box next to it, her fingertips flying across the keyboard.

Insufficient permissions

Please enter the administrator key.

"The key?" Dora ran over, panting. "We don't have that!"

“Yes.” Su Ting suddenly laughed. “Have you forgotten? A barcode isn’t just a number—it’s a key.”

She ripped off her collar, revealing a grayish-white barcode on the back of her neck that gleamed coldly under the dim red alarm light. She pulled a broken scanner from her backpack, her hand trembling as she ran it across her skin.

drop--

[Identity: Su Ting, ID S-0721, originally from Group A of the 'Sunshine Elementary School' experimental group]

[Key loading: Matching childhood voice samples...]

The tape in the tape recorder automatically rewound, playing a childish voice:

“I am Su Ting, and I am six years old. Today I drew a bird without eyes because it doesn’t want to see.”

[Voice verification passed]

[Access granted: LEVELΩ]

[Third underground level unlocked]

Boom——

The ground shook violently, and the heavy metal door slowly sank down, revealing a downward-sloping staircase, as deep and dark as the throat of a giant beast.

A chill ran through the air.

There was also a faint smell, a mixture of rotten paper and disinfectant.

Chapter 1511 Don't scare them

"My God..." Dora covered her mouth, "There...are there really people down there?"

“Not only.” Su Ting gazed into the darkness. “There are voices. They’ve been waiting to be heard.”

She turned on her flashlight, the beam piercing the darkness. The steps were covered in dust, but there were several clear drag marks, as if someone had desperately tried to climb them.

"Shall we go?" Tian Tian asked softly.

“Let’s go.” Su Ting squeezed his hand. “But they may not have seen the light of day in a long time. Speak slowly and softly. Don’t frighten them.”

The four people slowly descended.

The air is getting colder and colder.

Graffiti began to appear on the walls—not children's handwriting, but a kind of distorted, repeatedly written symbol, like strokes that had lost their logic after crying too many times.

"I miss my mom"

"The lights are too bright, I'll go blind."

Please let me cry just once.

"I'm not bad, I'm just scared."

At the end, there is a transparent observation window.

The moment Su Ting's flashlight shone in, everyone held their breath.

In the center of the room sat a dozen thin children, all dressed in faded, small-sized uniforms. They looked to be around seven or eight years old, but their faces were covered in wrinkles, and their eyes were vacant as they stared at an old-fashioned television. The screen played a loop of the "Happy School Exercises" animation, accompanied by jarring laughter in the background.

Their ears were connected to fine wires that converged into a huge collector that was inserted into the corner of the wall.

One of the girls suddenly turned her head, her cloudy eyes staring straight out the window.

"...Sister?" Her voice was like sandpaper scraping, "You...came too?"

Su Ting's heart almost stopped beating.

"you know me?"

The girl's lips moved with difficulty: "You... used to come to this room often. You said you would write letters for us... and then you disappeared."

“I…” Su Ting’s throat tightened, “I was sent away, my memories were erased… but now I’m back.”

The girl raised her hand, pointed to the camera above her head, and her lips moved silently.

Su Ting leaned closer to the glass and finally heard the sentence clearly:

"Help us... turn on the tape recorder..."

"What tape recorder?" Dora frowned.

"Wait a minute." Su Ting suddenly realized, rummaged through his backpack, and took out the cassette tape. "Could it be... that when Mom recorded me back then, this room was also recording simultaneously? The system is collecting samples of all 'abnormal emotions,' including resistance, sadness, fear... These children were the first batch of test subjects! Their pain was stored to train the 'silent method' algorithm!"

She rushed frantically to the control panel outside the room, plugged in the tape, and pressed play.

A child's voice rang out: "Mom... I don't want to lie... but they say only bad children tell the truth..."

In an instant——

All the children in the room looked up at the same time.

Blood was flowing from the eye socket.

Because they haven't cried for so long, their tear ducts have ruptured.

But they opened their mouths and repeated the recording, word by word:

"...But they say only bad kids tell the truth..."

The sound was faint at first, but then grew louder and louder.

Like an echo that has been dormant for many years, it has finally found its way out.

"No!" Teacher Zhang suddenly screamed and lunged forward, trying to unplug the power. "Stop! This is against the rules! They'll kill me! The whole system will crash!"

Su Ting grabbed her wrist with surprising strength: "You think you're protecting order? You're standing guard at a grave! Look at them! They're not just data! They're living, breathing people! They started rebelling long before you and me! And you keep them locked up here, feeding them their suffering!"

Chapter 1512 They Threatened Me

“I don’t know! I really don’t know!” Teacher Zhang knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. “They told me that these children were ‘voluntarily staying at school to improve their emotional management skills’… I said I was skeptical… but the next day, all the photos on my desk had changed! My son’s photo had been replaced with someone else’s! They threatened me! They can change everything… even memories!”

Su Ting looked at her with a complicated expression.

Then, she let go.

“Get up,” she said. “Now you know. You have two choices—continue to be blind, or become the first adult to hear the truth.”

Teacher Zhang looked up, her face covered in tears, and with trembling hands, gently pressed the "Release All" button on the control panel.

Click.

All wires are disconnected.

The children collapsed to the ground, but one boy struggled to his feet, stumbled towards the observation window, and pounded on the glass with all his might.

"Sister...there are more up there...four underground levels...locking up 'failed products'...those...who can't even laugh..."

"A failed product?" Tian Tian stared wide-eyed.

“You mean…” Dora’s face turned deathly pale, “they won’t even let us survive by pretending?”

Su Ting remained silent for a moment, then turned and ran back.

“Let’s go to the fourth floor.” She gritted her teeth. “Since they think only the dead can’t speak, then let’s make the dead talk.”

"Wait!" Teacher Zhang stumbled after them. "There's no exit on the fourth floor! And... I heard there aren't even any security cameras there, because 'nobody needs to see them'... If you go down there, you might not be able to come back up!"

"So what?" Su Ting stood at the top of the stairs, turned around and smiled, his eyes burning with an almost insane light. "If the sound is destined to disappear, at least let it ring one last time."

Suddenly, the headphones blared.

"Suting! The drone swarm is out of control! The military has cut off control signals, and they've begun indiscriminately attacking ground targets! A stampede has broken out outside the school! And—"

The communication was interrupted for a second, and when it resumed, it was Dora's exclamation: "Sister! The Black Tower control room just issued a final command—the high-frequency sound wave transmission is entering its countdown! Seven minutes! The entire area will become a 'silent zone'! All biological brainwaves will be forcibly reset to zero!"

“I understand,” Su Ting said calmly.

She took off her earphones and put them in Tiantian's hand: "Take these with you. Go find the people outside who are rushing here. Tell them not to run away no matter what they hear. Because that's our last sound."

"And what about you?" Tian Tian grabbed the hem of her clothes, her voice trembling.

“I’ll go to the fourth floor.” Su Ting patted his head. “Some doors must be opened by someone who is no longer afraid of the dark.”

"I'll go with you!" Dora rushed up.

"You stay." Su Ting handed her the terminal. "The live stream can't be interrupted. If I die, the whole world needs to hear my last words."

She walked up the darker staircase.

With firm steps.

Suddenly, Teacher Zhang called out to her from behind:

"Su Ting! If... if there really are dead people down there... what do you want them to say?"