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

Behind her, the boy was still lying on the ground, breathing weakly.

But at that very moment, his lips suddenly moved slightly.

Not "Mom".

It's not "going home".

But -

"Sister...I want to...hug you..."

Su Ting trembled, quickly walked back, and carefully embraced him.

"Okay." She nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "This time... I promise you."

Outside, the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds.

At the school gate, the crowd spontaneously knelt down and chanted the names of the children in unison.

Underground, the singing continued.

A small voice came through the radio intermittently—

"Sister... Sister... Can we sing together again... next time...?"

"Yes." Su Ting pressed the boy's face against his neck, feeling his faint breath. "Keep singing, okay? Don't close your eyes, understand?"

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a flame about to go out in the wind.

"Hmm..." he responded very softly, his voice seeming to drift from a great distance, "Sister... your tears... are warm... I thought... people who cry... have cold hearts..."

Su Ting bit her lower lip, trying not to break down.

She looked up at the monitor screen in the corner of the broadcasting room—the previously gray screen was now lighting up, frame by frame. It wasn't a military signal, nor a system feedback, but rather faces: security guards, teachers, doctors, cleaners… those adults who had walked down the corridor with their heads down, choosing silence, were now all standing in front of the camera, taking off their name tags, tearing up their documents, and saying one name after another to the camera.

“My name is Chen Jianlin,” a bearded man choked up. “Seven years ago, my daughter ‘graduated’ here. They said she was emotionally unstable and needed to rest. But I know… she was burned… because I signed… I signed fucking documents!!”

“I am Li Wanru, former head of the psychological assessment team.” A woman in a white coat spoke with a calmness that bordered on cruelty. “I personally determined 327 children to be ‘failures.’ Now, I have uploaded all the files, including their serial numbers, parents’ information, and manner of death. The person you are looking for… may be right under the eleventh incinerator.”

"I'm Aunt Wang, the one who serves food in the cafeteria." The old voice rang out. "I secretly gave Xiaoduo an extra half spoonful of meat every meal. She always smiled at me... Later they transferred me... saying I 'polluted the laboratory environment'... Xiaoduo... do you still remember Aunt Wang..."

Each sound, each word, flowed through the amplifier into the broadcast system, merging into that golden river of sound waves.

Tian Tian's voice suddenly broke in, trembling with laughter: "Sister... the number of viewers watching the live stream worldwide has surpassed 80 million!! Social media platforms are exploding!! Some people are starting to issue search warrants, some are digging up lists of missing children from twenty years ago... and special envoys from three countries are heading to the border!!"

“Look,” Dora murmured, “it turns out that when someone dares to cry, the whole world can hear them.”

What does Chapter 1522 mean?

Su Ting, holding the boy, slowly stood up and walked towards the door leading to the deepest part of the core area—the secret passage behind the S-0001 archive room. A new projection appeared on the wall, a waterfall of data cascading down, finally condensing into a line of text:

[Emotional resonance threshold reached. Hidden log unlocked: Mother Consciousness Link Test Record]

"The Mother's consciousness?" Su Ting narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean...?"

[Beep—Authorization successful. Playing a log clip.]

The screen shakes, revealing a pure white room. In the center lies a woman, her belly swollen high, her limbs restrained by metal rings. Her face is covered in sweat and tears, yet she stares intently at the camera above her, her lips moving slightly.

It was her mother.

Young and haggard, yet with clear eyes.

"Today is my last day." A voice-over rang out, a mother's voice, heartbreakingly calm, "If you can still see this video... Xiaoting, it's not that I don't want you. I gave birth to you so that one day you could destroy this place."

The camera zooms in, and she struggles to raise her hand, writing a few words on the glass:

"Love is the most powerful virus."

Then, the scene changes.

A group of researchers in black robes gathered around the crib, discussing in hushed tones.

“S-0999 possesses an intergenerational gene for emotional resonance,” someone said, flipping through a report. “Theoretically, her emotional fluctuations can awaken other closed neural networks.”

"What about the risks?"

"She could completely lose control and even turn against the entire system."

"Then brainwash her and send her to a cleaner training camp."

"But what if she awakens?"

The chief scientist smiled.

"Then let the world tell her—she was never human."

Su Ting staggered backward, his back hitting the cold wall.

"So... I'm the 'accident'?" she said hoarsely. "I didn't come to save them... I was the one who was planted as the fuse?"

“No,” Dora suddenly said, “you are the one who chooses to ignite yourself.”

A roaring sound came from the headphones.

"Sister!! The East District passageway collapsed!! But a woman walked out alive!! She was wearing a tattered hospital gown, covered in injuries… She said her name was… She said she was Lin Xiaoyu!!"

Su Ting looked up abruptly: "What?! Lin Xiaoyu isn't already—"

"She's not dead!! She was still alive when she was put into the incinerator!! A cleaner rescued her!! She's been wandering all these years, trying to come back and save people!! But she didn't have the authority!! Now she's back!! She says... she wants to see the masked boy!!"

Su Ting rushed out of the room and ran wildly down the collapsed corridor. She seemed oblivious to the rubble cutting her arms.

She saw it at the corner.

A girl, almost emaciated, knelt on the ground, holding the young man who had removed his mask in her arms. His eyes were closed, and his chest was no longer rising and falling.

“Brother…” the girl sobbed, her fingers trembling as she stroked his face. “You said you were going to forget me… but I’ve been waiting for you here every day… climbing over the fence every day, secretly watching the security cameras… I changed my name, infiltrated the logistics department… just to see you one more time…”

The man's finger suddenly twitched.

Everyone held their breath.

The next second, he opened his eyes.

The face was covered in blood vessels, yet it clearly reflected the girl's features.

"Sister...?" He squeezed out a broken syllable from his throat.

Lin Xiaoyu nodded tearfully, hugging him so tightly she almost wanted to meld him into her bones: "I'm here! Brother! I'm here!! This time I won't let you go!!"

Chapter 1523 An Anonymous Push Notification

The man's lips trembled, and tears slid down his cheeks and into his hair.

“I… I remember you… I remember you said… the stars would cry for us…”

Su Ting stood quietly, watching the brother and sister who had been separated for seven years embrace and weep.

Her terminal suddenly vibrated.

The latest message comes from a global public channel, an anonymous push notification:

[Important Announcement: All organizations involved in "Project Silence" have been designated as Level 1 war criminals by the International Criminal Tribunal for the former U.S. Army. The first batch of wanted persons has been released, including 97 core researchers, government liaison officers, and military implementers.]

Meanwhile, the United Nations has launched the "Aphasia Reintegration Program" and opened an identity claiming window.

If you have ever lost a child, please go to the nearest testing center—we are matching DNA using songs.

She smiled, but tears kept streaming down her face.

As he turned to leave, he heard a weak voice calling out to him.

"elder sister……"

It's that boy.

He was still alive, his eyes half-open, his fingers gently tugging at the hem of her dress.

"What's wrong?" She quickly squatted down.

The boy laboriously raised his hand and pointed to the cracked sky above his head.

"A star... fell down..."

Su Ting looked up.

Suddenly, a streak of light, like the aurora borealis, descended from the night sky, passing through the cracks in the buildings and gently sprinkling its glow upon the ruins. Specks of light danced like snowflakes, landing on the child's face, Su Ting's shoulder, and even melting the frozen blood.

Those are not stars.

Those are the lights from countless mobile phone screens—from school gates, from city squares, from live streaming studios all over the world. Hundreds of millions of eyes are staring at this place through the lenses, holding up lights, playing songs, and calling out names.

Someone captured this moment, added a caption, and uploaded it:

"They say these children have no soul."

But look, even the light bowed down towards them.

The boy's lips finally curved into a slight smile.

"It's so warm..." he whispered, "Sister, can I have a dream?"

"Okay." Su Ting grasped his hand. "What kind of dream do you want to have?"