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

Chapter 1517 Finally, the Mask is Removed

A security guard collapsed to the ground, screaming as he slammed his head against the wall: "My sister was a kid here too!! They told me she graduated!! But I remember!! I remember her begging me to save her!! I didn't dare!!"

Behind every door, every adult who had chosen silence was now being consumed by their own memories.

The masked man finally took off his mask.

He revealed a shockingly young face—no more than twenty years old, with bloodshot eyes and numerous self-harm scars on his wrists.

“I had no choice…” he murmured. “I’m also a modified ‘cleaner’… If I don’t carry out the mission, my memories will be reset… I’ve forgotten who I am…”

Su Ting looked at him, her eyes no longer filled with hatred.

"So what do you want to remember now?" she asked.

The man trembled as he raised his hand and pointed to his heart: "Here... there's a name... I've always written it in my diary... but I dare not read it... I'm afraid I'll go mad if I do..."

“Then read it aloud,” Su Ting said softly, “even if it’s just once.”

The man closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Lin Xiaoyu…” his voice broke, “That was my sister… seven years ago… she died on the fourth floor… because they said she… cried too loudly.”

Su Ting stepped forward and took his hand.

“Then you’ve won,” she said. “You remember her. You cried. You’re no longer a tool.”

Outside, a faint light appeared on the horizon.

At the school gate, the crowd grew larger and larger. Some people held up their phones, playing lullabies from the live stream; others spontaneously formed a human wall to block the military's advance; an elderly woman knelt on the ground, holding a photo of her grandson, and wept uncontrollably.

"Is my child... here too?! Please tell me!!"

Meanwhile, on the fourth basement level, the broadcast continued.

The singing continued.

Those "dead" are still singing, even if they only have one breath left.

Su Ting stood between them, watching the approaching flames and gunshots outside the iron gate, and gently picked up the microphone.

"You think silence is the most powerful weapon," she said to the world.

"But we finally understand—the most terrifying thing is when a group of people whose voices have been taken away finally start singing."

The boy leaned on her shoulder, his lips already turning purple, but he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

With his last ounce of strength, he pointed to the sky.

Su Ting looked up.

Through the cracked ceiling, she seemed to see stars.

"What do you want to say?" She hugged him even tighter.

The boy moved his lips.

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Sister... Star... is it... crying too...?"

Su Ting felt a lump in her throat, and she tightened her grip on the boy, as if trying to meld him into her very bones. She tilted her head back, her gaze piercing through the cracked concrete and exposed steel bars, looking up at the gray night sky. One, two… faint starlight leaked through the gaps, like someone scattering a handful of silver from the heavens.

“Maybe,” she said softly, her voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. “But they’re listening to you sing too.”

The boy's lips trembled, as if he wanted to laugh, but he only coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam. His eyes slowly closed, but his finger still stubbornly pointed to the sky.

Su Ting lowered her head and kissed his forehead, gently placing him on the ground and covering him with a torn white coat. She stood up, brushing the dust off her skirt as if adjusting her battle armor.

The lullaby on the radio was still playing on a loop, the intermittent piano notes intertwined with countless broken vocals, like a winding river carrying restless souls rushing forward.

Chapter 1518 Opening the Final Layer

【Ding ding! 】

"Sister!! The door to the energy core area is open!!" Dora's voice suddenly boomed in the earpiece, trembling with disbelief. "It unlocked automatically! No alarm was triggered! Dr. Li said... it's 'resonance response'! Only when enough people speak at the same time will the system recognize it as a 'real emotional cluster'... and then open the final layer!!"

"The final floor?" Su Ting narrowed his eyes, staring at the heavy alloy door at the end of the corridor that had never been opened. A line of small characters was engraved on the door:

S-Project Final Chapter Agreement: Begins with Tears.

"I see." She sneered and stepped forward. "What they fear is not resistance, but empathy."

"Wait!" Tian Tian interrupted anxiously, "The military has breached the front door! They've brought electromagnetic suppressors! If the main power is cut off, all the data in the underground system will be wiped clean!! Including the children's remaining consciousness signals!!"

"Then we can't let them turn off the power." Su Ting didn't stop walking.

"But you're all alone—"

"I'm not alone." She raised her hand and pressed it against the cold door, her voice suddenly rising, "What about you? Are you still going to sing?"

In an instant, the entire fourth floor fell silent.

Then, a voice rang out.

"want."

It was a girl; her voice was as soft as a whisper, yet exceptionally clear.

Then came the second one.

"want."

The third.

"want."

More and more voices joined in, coming from all directions, from corners, from under the rubble, from beside bodies that had stopped breathing... as if even the dead were responding with their souls.

hum-

The door lock popped open.

A gust of cold, stale wind swept out from the depths of the corridor, swirling with paper and dust. At the end of the corridor, a row of eerie blue lights flickered on one by one, illuminating the densely packed photos on the wall—all of them children, dressed in uniform white hospital gowns, their eyes vacant, their lips forced into smiles.

But below each photo, there is a line of handwritten text:

Silence has been imposed.

Destroyed.

Worthless.

Su Ting walked forward step by step, his boots making a crisp sound as they stepped on the broken glass.

Until she stood in front of the door of the innermost room.

The sign reads:

S-0001 Experimental Subject Archives

She froze the moment she pushed open the door.

There were no computers or servers in the room, only an old wooden table, a chair, and a still-running cassette recorder.

The recorder's indicator light was flashing, its bright red light glaringly bright.

A leather-bound diary lay open on the table, with three words written in a flamboyant style on the title page:

Lin Xiaoyu.

Su Ting was startled.

That name—it was the name the masked man had called out when he regained his memories.

With trembling hands, she turned to the first page.

Day 1. They said I was the first successful "perfect person." I don't understand what success means. All I know is that today I saw the girl from the next ward being dragged away again. She kept crying, and the nurses were stuffing cotton balls into her mouth. I asked them where they were going, but no one answered. Later, I heard a burning smell behind the wall.

[Day 5. They gave me a shot and said I wouldn't be sad anymore. But I'm still sad. I miss my mom. They said my mom doesn't want me anymore because I cry too much. But I remember my mom always singing to me before bed.]

[Day 10. A little boy came today, only four years old. He was huddled in a corner, trembling, and I secretly touched his head. I was caught. They pinned me to the ground, saying that "perfect people" can't touch failed products. My right hand started to go numb… Now, it can't move.]

Chapter 1519 We Are Not Monsters

[Day 37. I finally understand. 'Perfection' means not being able to cry, not being able to love, not being able to remember. But I still want to remember... so I started writing in a diary. If one day I forget, I hope someone can remember for me.]

[Last day. They said I'm 'graduating.' I know what that means. I hid my diary in the ventilation duct. If anyone sees it, please tell the people outside—we're not monsters. We just want to live, like human beings.]

Date of signature: Seven years ago, December 24th.

Su Ting's tears fell onto the paper, blurring the ink.

She suddenly looked up at the tape recorder.

Press the play button.

Nourishes—

After a burst of static, a very soft, gentle girl's voice flowed out:

"...Once upon a time, there was a little bear who couldn't laugh. Everyone said he was a bad child. But his mother said it was okay to cry, because tears are the heart speaking... Goodnight, brothers and sisters... If you can still hear me... please... keep crying..."