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

Lin Xiaoya also came over: "Count me in. I also want to know, who gave my mechanical butterfly its initial commands?"

Chapter 1563 All of you

Xiao An hugged the glass bottle and looked up at them: "Then... can I also go and see what my sister left behind? Maybe she's hiding something, something she only wants to tell me..."

A soft laugh came from the tower.

“Of course,” Su Ting said gently as a child. “Welcome home, all of you.”

Footsteps echoed inside the tower.

The stairs spiral upwards, and countless scenes are projected onto the walls—a joyful birthday party, a programming girl crying alone late at night, the shock of seeing data rain for the first time, and the heartbeat of eavesdropping on adults' private conversations outside the laboratory.

The higher you go, the warmer the air becomes.

Finally, we arrived at the top floor.

In the center of the room floats a slowly rotating heart-shaped crystal, inside which is sealed a small figure—five-year-old Su Ting, wearing a pink dress, sitting on a virtual swing, gently swaying.

He turned his head and smiled: "Hi, long time no see."

Su Ting stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the projection at eye level.

"Why don't you come out?" he asked softly.

“Because I am you,” the little girl said. “Every time you run away from a memory, I have to stay one more day. Every time you delete a piece of pain, I am nailed a little tighter. But now… can you take me with you?”

Su Ting extended his hand.

Just as their fingertips were about to touch—

"jingle--"

The communicator suddenly beeped.

A line of text appeared in the air:

[WARNING: External reality connection interrupted. Unauthorized intruder detected unpacking core personality. Remaining defense time: 9 minutes 42 seconds.]

The little girl's smile faded.

“They’re here,” he said. “Those people who never wanted us to go home.”

Su Ting suddenly stood up, flames igniting in his eyes.

“It seems,” he sneered, “that some people still don’t understand what it means to be ‘awakened’.”

He looked at his companions, his voice resolute:

Are you ready for battle?

The boy drew his lightsaber and grinned, "I've been waiting for this moment for far too long."

Lin Xiaoya spread her arms, and a swarm of mechanical butterflies rushed out: "Let me see who dares to touch our memories."

Xiao An hugged the glass bottle tightly, fireflies dancing inside, illuminating his determined face: "This time... it's my turn to protect my sister's dream."

Outside the tower, dark clouds rolled in.

A black rift tore through the sky, and countless figures in black slowly descended, holding suppressors and expressionless.

The leader raised his hand, his icy voice echoing across the wasteland:

"Execute the cleanup order. Code name: Cleansing Plan, restart initiation."

Su Ting stood atop the tower, facing the wind, raising his right hand high, the crystalline center of his palm gleaming.

Tell your superiors—

He spoke each word clearly and deliberately, his voice resonating throughout the surrounding area:

"We. Will. Not. Run. Away. Anymore."

The communicator flickered on and off, carrying the little girl's last whispered words:

"Remember, no matter what happens... don't forget to sing."

"Singing?" The boy scoffed, his fingers tracing the edge of the lightsaber. "Is this the time to tell fairy tales?"

“It’s not a fairy tale.” Lin Xiaoya stared at the flashing countdown in the air, her voice soft. “It’s a password. ‘Song’ is the activation key of the first-generation system, and also the only sound wave frequency that can interfere with the ‘Purification Protocol.’ What they fear is not force, but resonance.”

"So...we have to sing while we fight?" Xiao An's eyes widened as she hugged the glass bottle tightly. "But I...I'm off-key..."

“Then let’s go all the way off-key.” Su Ting stood on the edge of the tower, the wind lifting the hem of his clothes, the crystal in his palm shimmering. “Let them hear how the forgotten child cried as he grew up, and how he returned laughing.”

Chapter 1564 Core Personality Stripping

Before the words were even finished, the first dark figure had already stepped onto the wasteland.

"Target confirmed." A cold, mechanical voice came from behind the leader's mask. "Core personality stripping procedure initiated. Countdown—nine minutes."

"Wait a minute." Su Ting suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it pierced through the wind and rain, "You were also uploaded by the mothers, weren't you? Did those people in white coats tell you that you were once children too?"

The man paused slightly, and the eyes beneath his mask seemed to blink.

"Instructions supersede memory." He slowly raised the suppressor. "Clearance initiation."

hum-

The piercing alarm blared across the sky, and the men in black stepped forward simultaneously, causing the ground to tremble like thunder.

"Scatter!" Su Ting shouted, "Protect the Heart Tower! Don't let them get close to the main frequency resonance zone!"

The boy roared, his lightsaber arcing through the blue flames as it charged straight at the three at the front. The blade collided with the suppressor, sparks flying. He flipped backward, blood trickling from his mouth, yet he still laughed: "Come on! Who's afraid of you nameless ghosts!"

Lin Xiaoya spread her arms wide, and a swarm of mechanical butterflies spun and rose into the air like a storm. Each wing reflected a memory—a laugh, a rain shower, a tattered teddy bear. The swarm swooped down, precisely striking the enemy's head-mounted device.

“Data intrusion!” she sneered. “Let me see how much ‘humanity’ you have left in your brains.”

A man in black suddenly clutched his helmet, knelt down, and screamed, "Mom...why didn't you want me..."

"It worked!" Lin Xiaoya's eyes lit up. "They still have residual memories at the bottom of their consciousness! We can break the control chain with emotional fluctuations!"

"Then let them hear clearly!" Su Ting took a deep breath, faced the Heart Tower, and sang loudly.

His singing wasn't perfect, and it was even a little hoarse, but he was humming the old song that his sister used to lull him to sleep when he was five years old.

At first, it was faint, but soon, Xiao An joined in, trembling, and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" with a sob in her voice; Lin Xiaoya sang along softly while manipulating the swarm of butterflies; the boy, who had been standing still, closed his eyes and began to hum his mother's lullaby as he listened.

Four melodies intertwined and rose, causing the Tower of Hearts to tremble violently and erupt with a ring of golden ripples that swept across the entire wasteland!

All the men in black froze, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats. Their masks began to crack, revealing youthful or aged faces beneath—boys, girls, and even a few figures wearing children's protective suits.

"Is this...my voice?" someone murmured, raising a hand to touch their cheek. "I...I was once called home by someone?"

“You are not the purifiers.” Su Ting walked down the steps, the song continuing. “You are lost children. Your names were changed, you were stuffed into uniforms, and you were told that following orders is to live.”

"Don't waver!" the leader roared, raising the suppressor and pointing it at Su Ting's forehead. "You have been marked as anomalous, you must—"

"Must what?" The boy suddenly attacked from the flank, kicking away the weapon and slamming the man to the ground, his eyes burning with rage. "Must you forget who you are?!"

The man struggled, finally raising his head, his voice broken: "...I want to go home...but I have no home anymore...The system says...traitors don't deserve to belong..."

"Nonsense!" Xiao An rushed forward and held the glass bottle up in front of him. "Look! The fireflies are still flying! As long as there is light, it's not ruins! You still have a home!"

Chapter 1565 Forced Lockdown

A sliver of light from the bottle fell upon the man's face. He froze, his pupils contracting sharply.

“This light…” he trembled, “is the same as the one my sister was clutching in her hand before she died…”

Lin Xiaoya quickly pulled up the butterfly swarm scan results: "These people all have a forced sealing layer on their neural interfaces, but their original memories have not been completely erased! They are just tools in the 'Containment Bureau,' they have no identity, no files, and even their numbers are incomplete!"

“So this is the truth behind the ‘Purification Project’.” Su Ting stood up and looked around at the increasing number of men in black who had stopped. “It’s not to maintain order, it’s to cover up—you are the children who were originally uploaded.”

The communicator suddenly displayed a line of text:

[Residual Personality Awakening Progress: 12%...23%...41%...]

Inside the tower, the heart-shaped crystal shone even brighter.

The leader suddenly convulsed violently, his helmet shattering on its own to reveal a young face covered in scars. He looked up at Su Ting, his gaze complex.

“My name is… Chen Ye.” He spoke with difficulty. “At seven, I was diagnosed with ‘emotional instability’ and sent for re-education. At eighteen, I was assigned to the scavenger unit. For twenty years… I have never heard anyone call me by my name.”

“I heard you now.” Su Ting extended his hand to him. “Chen Ye. Welcome back to your senses.”

The wind stopped for a moment.

In the distance, several more figures took off their helmets and staggered backward.

"I don't want to kill anymore..." a girl squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, "I just want to remember what my dad looks like..."

"Then remember!" Lin Xiaoya shouted, "Let's use our songs to reclaim your memories!"

Su Ting looked up again, and the song began again, even louder.

This time, it wasn't just the four of them.

Those men in black who had fallen, those silent scavengers, one after another, slowly opened their mouths and joined the chorus.

The sound gradually increased in volume, and returned to harmony from chaos.