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

The footsteps are getting closer.

She took a deep breath and clenched her fist.

“Dora!” she yelled into the headset, “Tell the people outside—don’t shut up! Don’t run away! If we’re all silenced today, let the whole world remember where these sounds came from!”

"I understand!" Dora replied, crying. "I won't turn off the livestream! I'd rather die!"

A dark figure appeared at the doorway.

The leading man wore a silver-white mask and held a long black staff with a tip crackling with eerie blue electricity.

Chapter 1515 Cold and Ruthless

“Su Ting,” he spoke, his voice electronically processed, cold and ruthless, “you have violated the Level 3 Cleaner Protocol. Cease spreading anomalous audio and surrender immediately. Otherwise, we will enforce mass silence.”

Su Ting looked at him and smiled.

"You can make me shut up."

She pressed the full power button for the broadcast.

The loudspeakers throughout the entire school, and even within a radius of several miles, blared simultaneously—

The children's cries, murmurs, calls for help, and longing... all converged into a spiritual storm.

“But there’s nothing you can do,” she said, emphasizing each word.

"Let the dead fall in love with silence once again."

The masked man raised his weapon.

Blue light levels have surged.

In that very instant—

Deep underground, the boy whose mouth was sewn shut suddenly broke free, crawled to the loudspeaker, tore open his lip line with his teeth, and amidst the dripping blood, uttered his first and last words:

"Mother……"

The footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

The masked man turned around abruptly, his pupils contracting violently beneath the silver-white mask.

The sound from the radio didn't stop; instead, it grew louder—the child's hoarse, bloodshot cries were like a blunt knife, cutting through all the shielding of electronic mute systems, penetrating the suppression of high-frequency sound waves, and piercing straight into everyone's eardrums and hearts.

"Mother……"

The second tone is clearer and more resolute than the first.

"This is impossible!" the masked man roared. "'The mute' have no ability to speak! Their vocal cords have long been removed! This is an illusion! Shield everything! Activate the neural inhibition field!!"

He slammed his long staff into the ground, blue light spreading like a spiderweb, a sharp buzzing sound filling the air. But the child's voice continued, a third, a fourth… more and more people joined in the shouting—the "failures" huddled on the ground rose one by one, tearing open the stitches in their mouths, using their broken throats to muster the last of their lives:

"mom!"

"I want to go home!"

"I'm not a bad kid!"

"You are the monsters!!"

The entire fourth underground level was transformed into a roaring tomb.

Su Ting stood in the center, tears streaming down her face, yet she smiled like a victorious queen.

"Did you hear that?" she screamed into the live stream microphone. "This isn't data! This isn't simulated emotion! This is real pain! This is the 'failure' you thought was buried underground, whose name was deleted, whose file wasn't even worthy of being recorded, speaking out!!"

"Sister!!" Dora's voice trembled as it came through the earpiece. "The reporters outside have filmed it! The footage is going viral online! People are starting to gather at the school gate! They're holding signs that say... say 'We want to hear'!! The military is trying to disperse the crowd, but even more people are coming this way! And there are reporters crying and reading aloud the children's last words!!"

“Alright.” Su Ting wiped the blood and tears from his face. “Let them see what real ‘out of control’ looks like.”

She turned around and helped the boy who had fallen to his knees to his feet. He was barely breathing, his lips were completely torn and his mouth was full of blood, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Su Ting asked softly.

The boy nodded, his trembling hand pointing to the broadcast console.

Su Ting picked him up and placed him on the control panel so that he could face the microphone.

The boy opened his mouth, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, like an old bellows struggling to breathe. Then, with all his might, he bit his tongue and squeezed out each word, one by one:

"...The lullaby I...drew...isn't...finished yet..."

Su Ting's tears fell onto the back of his hand.

Chapter 1516 We're With You

She pulled out the tattered picture book, found the first picture, and stuck it in front of the microphone.

“Then sing,” she said. “We’ll sing with you.”

The next second, she pressed the loop playback button.

The tape was spinning, making a hissing sound.

A series of intermittent piano notes flowed out slowly—it was the lullaby her mother recorded before her death, terribly out of tune, yet so tender it was heartbreaking.

The boy closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He moved his lips, and although no sound came out, everyone understood that he was "singing".

More and more people are joining.

There was no melody, no rhythm, only broken guttural sounds, breathless gasps, and indistinct humming... yet they miraculously blended together with the off-key piano music.

The fourth basement level was transformed into the most poignant choral hall.

[Beep beep!] The terminal suddenly started beeping loudly.

"High-frequency sound wave countdown terminated!! Black Tower main control system compromised by external signal!! Repeat, sound wave transmission interrupted!!"

"What?!" the masked man roared. "Who did this?!"

"Sister!!" Tian Tian screamed as she rushed into the communication channel, "It's Dr. Li!! He's alive!! He connected to the backup terminal in the ventilation duct on the west side of the basement!! He said he owes these children a song!! He also said—he also said…"

The voice paused, as if choked with sobs and unable to continue.

Then, Dr. Li's own voice came through, weak but firm:

"Ten years ago, I personally injected my first child with 'silent hormone'. Today... I will press 'awaken' for my last child."

hum-

The lights throughout the building changed from red to white.

All monitoring screens automatically switched to play the same video: an experimental log that had been encrypted for ten years.

In the video, the young Dr. Li stands beside the operating table, taking notes:

[S-0721, Girl, 6 years old. Excessive emotional expression, deemed high risk. Immediate injection of the first-line formula of silicone is recommended.]

The camera slowly pans to the observation window in the corner.

Behind the glass, a little girl sat in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest, her face covered in tears, but the security guards forcibly pried open her mouth and gave her a smile muscle activation injection.

She looked up at the camera, her lips moving silently.

Lip reading is clearly discernible:

"Mom...save me..."

The video ends.

The whole place was dead silent.

The masked man staggered backward, his first sign of panic.

"Shut it down! Cut it all off!!" He frantically waved his weapon. "These people are all infected with the virus! Their voices are contagious!!"

“Contagious?” Su Ting sneered, walking towards him step by step. “You’re right. Emotions are contagious. Fear is contagious, numbness is contagious—but now, it’s time for ‘awakening’.”

She abruptly ripped off the backpack from her shoulder and pulled out a black chip.

"Do you recognize this? The original backup of the 'Silent Core.' Your master has kept it well hidden; he's forgotten that Dr. Li secretly made a copy back then. Just insert it into the broadcast system..."

"No!!" The masked man lunged forward.

Su Ting flashed and forcefully inserted the chip into the host slot.

boom--

An invisible wave emanated from the broadcast and spread outwards.

All the faculty and staff wearing "emotion regulators" suddenly clutched their heads and screamed in terror.

Their device screens were flashing wildly:

[Original emotional waveform detected]

System Conflict

[Memory lock is being lifted...]

Teacher Zhang knelt on the ground, convulsing, tears streaming down her face: "My son... my son's photo... I've always remembered him... He died on the operating table... because he wouldn't smile... They said he was 'unqualified'..."