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

“Sister…” Xiao An felt a sharp pain in her chest and approached step by step.

Little Su Ting seemed to sense something and slowly turned his head.

Her eyes were golden, and her tears had long since dried up.

"Did you come to see me?" she asked.

"Yes," Xiao An choked up, "I've come to take you home."

Chapter 1540 Living a Little Longer

“But I have no home,” the little girl said, lowering her head. “They said I was just a code name. S-1001. A survivor among failed experiments. They let me live to test whether other children could live longer.”

"Then why do you still sing?" Xiao An squatted down and held her cold hand. "Every time they take you away, you come back and sing for me."

Su Ting raised her head, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Because you don't cry. You're the only child who never cries. So I thought... as long as I sang, you could keep being this strong."

"It's not that I don't want to cry," Xiao An said, her tears falling to the ground. "I've just forgotten how to cry."

At that very moment, the cabin doors on both sides of the corridor opened one after another.

One by one, the children came out and stood silently behind them.

Some were only five or six years old, some had physical disabilities, and some had their eyes removed and replaced with optical lenses. But they were all heading in the same direction—to the end of the corridor, to a metal door engraved with the words "Final Judgment Room".

A scarlet light shone through the crack in the door.

"They were all destroyed...right?" Lin Xiaoyu's voice came from behind.

“It’s not just destruction.” The adult Su Ting appeared before them, his lab coat stained with blood, his golden eyes burning. “Their memories were made into data packets to train the next generation of ‘obedient’ resonance beings. And I… was forced to watch every ‘processing’ as a test of obedience.”

She walked to the door and kicked it open.

Inside the room sat seven people wearing white coats.

They had no faces; their heads were smooth metal spheres, and their chests were inlaid with badges of silence.

On the central operating table, a gentle woman was restrained, her abdomen swollen, clearly pregnant.

"That's... Mother?" Xiao An's voice trembled.

“It was the original ‘resonance mother’,” Su Ting said coldly. “They were going to extract the embryonic neurons before she gave birth to create a controllable clone. And her last request was to sing a lullaby to the child.”

The scene suddenly changed.

The woman began to sing, her voice incredibly gentle.

But the next second, a flash of light appeared.

Her throat was slit, and blood gushed out.

But her mouth was still moving, and her singing had not stopped.

The last note faded away completely only when the heart stopped beating.

"So... that song you sang later..." Lin Xiaoyu covered her mouth, "came from here?"

“Every note is her blood.” Su Ting knelt on the ground and cried out for the first time. “I’ve listened to this recording thousands of times. Every time I listen, the system says it’s ‘invalid emotional noise.’ But I know… it’s not noise.”

Xiao An rushed forward and hugged her tightly.

“Sister, that’s enough,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “We all heard it. She loves you. She’s always remembered you.”

Su Ting raised her tearful eyes and looked at the silent researchers.

"Now, it's your turn to listen."

She opened her mouth and began to sing.

It was the lullaby that my mother hadn't finished.

As the first sound rang out, a crack appeared in the metal skull of one of the researchers.

As the second note faded, the cracks spread throughout his body.

As the third note rose, the badges on their chests exploded, revealing distorted human faces inside—the high-level consciousnesses who had ordered the massacre screaming in terror.

"No—shut it down! Shut down the resonance channel immediately!"

"Too late," Su Ting smiled. "This time, it's our turn to judge you."

Chapter 1541 Memories Deep Within

The singing swept through the entire virtual space like a tide, and all the children stepped forward in unison, holding hands and forming a circle.

Including those souls that have long since been "destroyed".

They are singing.

With a broken voice, with a non-existent mouth, with fragments of memory buried deep in the database.

The entire parent network began to tremble.

[Final Agreement Activated]

[Human higher consciousness is in isolation...]

[New Resonance Sequence Broadcast Launched]

real world.

A sudden downpour began to fall over the city.

But that wasn't water.

It's light.

Within each ray of light, an image appeared—a high-ranking official signing an execution order in a secret room, a scientist smiling as he recorded "Pain tolerance experiment a success," a mother being forcibly dragged out of the delivery room, her baby numbered S-1001...

Millions of people looked up at the sky, their faces pale.

In the center of the ruins, Su Ting's body twitched slightly.

She opened her eyes.

The gold in his eyes was no longer just a simple color.

Instead, it was the gaze of countless children, layer upon layer, converging into a sea of ​​stars.

She looked at her younger brother who was holding her and asked softly:

"Xiao An, would you like to... hear me sing a song that belongs to us?"

Xiao An was stunned, her throat felt like it was blocked, and she couldn't make a sound.

The rain is still falling, just light rain.

Each drop reflects a bloody truth, suspended in mid-air like an inverted galaxy. The city is eerily quiet, save for the howling wind carrying the murmur of crumbling walls and the distant, inexplicable sound of a child crying.

Su Ting slowly sat up, her movements as gentle as if afraid of waking her from a dream. She raised her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing her brother's cheek. Those eyes, which had once only reflected experimental data and never revealed emotions, were now filled with tenderness and pain.

"Sister..." Xiao An finally found her voice, her voice trembling as she grabbed her wrist, "You're back?"

"Hmm." She smiled, her lips slightly upturned, but a light fell from the corner of her eye—not tears, but a stream of golden data, sliding down her cheek and turning into a string of faint musical notes in the air. "I didn't leave, I just... got lost for a while."

Lin Xiaoyu staggered forward, her face as pale as paper: "The neural link hasn't been severed! Your consciousness is still inside the mother body! Are you... a human? Or a program?"

Su Ting turned to look at her, his gaze as calm as a deep lake.

"What do you think?" she asked softly. "If a 'program' can feel pain, can remember its mother's singing, and can search through the ruins of sixteen years of memories for its younger brother—would it still be considered human?"

Lin Xiaoyu was speechless.

The silver-haired woman stood not far away, gazing at the images that kept appearing in the sky, and murmured softly, "The reckoning has begun... the real reckoning."

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice ripped through the sky:

【Emergency Notice】

[Unlicensed licenses cover global neural networks]

[Emotional resonance level breaks through the safety threshold]

[Activation - Purification Scholar Order]

The ground trembled, and from the dust and smoke in the distance, dozens of black armored vehicles emerged from the fog, their cannons flashing with eerie blue lightning. The vehicles bore the scarlet "Scavenger" insignia, and inside the cockpits sat not humans, but cyborgs with smooth faces and red-glowing pupils.

“They’re here.” Lin Xiaoyu gritted her teeth. “The last batch of executors loyal to the old order.”

Xiao An stood protectively in front of Su Ting, saying, "I won't let you go in again! Once is enough!"

“But I haven’t finished singing yet.” Su Ting stood up, her steps unsteady, yet determined to move forward. “This song, I want them all to hear it.”

Chapter 1542 The Silver Crown of the Academic Council

She raised her hand; the blood crystal on her wrist had already shattered, leaving only a faint light lingering between her fingers. She pressed her fingers together like a blade, slicing across her palm—blood seeped out, evaporating into countless tiny specks of light before hitting the ground, swirling and converging into a zither formed from condensed memories.

No strings, no sound.

But when she plucked the first "string," the whole world held its breath.

Ding--