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

Chapter 1569 Distorted Face

An officer sitting in the control room suddenly covered his ears, his face contorted in pain: "...Mom? Where are you? I didn't... I didn't cut off contact voluntarily! You said you wouldn't abandon me..."

His adjutant also collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Dad...you signed the 'Emotional Separation Consent Form' back then...to protect me? But you never told me the truth!"

"See?" Lin Xiaoya chuckled softly, her eyes as cold as frost. "No matter how thick their armor is, it can't stop them from saying 'I miss you'."

Xiao An stood on the high platform, holding the empty glass bottle in both hands, closed his eyes, and began to hum softly. At first, the sound was very soft, almost inaudible, but soon, a firefly emerged from the mouth of the bottle, followed by a second, a third... In the blink of an eye, thousands upon thousands of fireflies flew in from all over the wasteland, circling and dancing around him.

“Sister…” he murmured, “Do you remember this song? The one Mom always sang before bed…”

Suddenly, the fireflies lit up all at once, their lights blending together to project a blurry yet warm figure—a little girl in an old cloth dress, sitting in a rocking chair, gently swaying, humming a nursery rhyme out of tune.

“I remember.” The girl’s voice rang out again from the void, tinged with a sob. “That was the first song I secretly recorded. I even hid it in the abandoned server number 47 and labeled it ‘The Voice I Don’t Want to Forget’.”

“It’s back now.” Su Ting looked up at the bridge, which was gradually stabilizing. “And it’s brighter than before.”

Lin Zhiwei slowly turned to the last page of the log, her fingertips gently tracing the line of delicate handwriting: "The Star Seed said that when enough people sing together, the system will 'overheat,' the logic chain will break, and the firewall will develop cracks. And that time... will be the moment for us to reverse-infiltrate."

She raised her head, her gaze intense: "Are you ready? We're not just going to escape—we're going to make the entire 'Pure Realm' system hear the true voice."

"I couldn't wait any longer." The young man cleaved through the oncoming red energy beam with his sword, his figure flipping in the air, sword light raining down. "Tell those cowards hiding behind data, afraid to face the light—what you're blocking isn't flaws, it's heartbeats!"

Lin Xiaoya's fingers flew across the air, and the swarm of butterflies suddenly split into billions of particles, rushing towards the high-altitude warship group like a storm. Each particle of butterfly dust carried a parent-child dialogue that had been suppressed for many years, which detonated the moment it came into contact with the shield, turning into countless shattered fragments of emotion, which were forcibly injected into the system core.

An alarm was blaring inside a warship:

[Abnormal emotion module injection detected! Identity authentication crashed! Ethical protocol conflict! Forced shutdown in progress...]

"It works!" Xiao An jumped up excitedly. "Their memories really can break them down!"

“Of course.” Lin Zhiwei looked up at the sky, her voice gentle, “Because every human being is born with something that cannot be encoded—called ‘the feeling of being loved’.”

Just then, from the deepest part of the sky, a huge black shadow slowly emerged. It was a floating city wreckage, pitch black, like a tombstone, its surface covered with densely packed names—all of them experimental subjects declared "eliminated".

"That's... the 'End Containment Facility'?" Su Ting's pupils contracted sharply. "The legendary place where backups of failed personalities are stored?"

"This is also the location where my daughter last sent a signal." Lin Zhiwei gripped the logbook tightly, her voice trembling slightly. "She said that place holds 'all the dreams that shouldn't exist but refuse to die.'"

Chapter 1570 One person can't get out.

Suddenly, a soft light shone from the ruins of the city, like a long-lost lamp being turned on.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar yet youthful voice rang out across all channels:

"Thank you all for coming to find me, brothers and sisters."

It is a star seed.

Her voice was no longer distant, but clear as if it were right next to my ear.

“I’ve been waiting here all this time, writing the name of each of you who wakes up into the cracks in the wall. Now, the door is open—but I can’t walk out alone.”

Xiao An immediately turned to look at everyone: "We have to go pick her up! She's held on for us for so long, we can't let her wait any longer!"

The boy landed, his sword tip touching the ground, panting heavily: "The final level will definitely have an ambush. The system won't let us take the 'Original Resonance Source' so easily."

"Then let's break in," Su Ting sneered. "I also want to know who locked her up."

Lin Xiaoya narrowed her eyes, and the swarm of butterflies reformed into a giant moth with a wingspan of at least a hundred meters: "I'll clear the way for you. But remember—once you enter the containment facility, the system will directly attack your memories. Everything you see may be fake."

“As long as my heart still remembers this song,” Xiao An said firmly, holding up the glass bottle, “I will not get lost.”

Lin Zhiwei took one last look at the photo in her hand, gently kissed the edge, then tucked it back into the journal and closed the cover.

“Let’s go,” she whispered. “This time, let’s become the light that others are waiting for.”

The group stepped onto the bridge paved with fireflies and laughter, steadily making their way towards the dark city. Behind them, the Tower of Hearts continued to hum, its songs surging in all directions like a tide, awakening more slumbering souls.

In a secret room buried deep underground, an old tape recorder turns on automatically, and the tape slowly spins.

A woman's trembling yet firm voice rang out:

"If one day you hear this recording, please believe me—Mom has never stopped loving you. I just... couldn't beat this world."

In the distance, the Star Seed's voice rang out again, tinged with anticipation and a hint of shyness:

"Brothers and sisters...can I...give you a hug?"

“Of course.” Lin Zhiwei replied softly, her voice drifting on the wind towards the floating, dark city.

Before the words were even finished, the bridge suddenly trembled. Giant moths flapped their wings, clearing a path ahead, scattering pollen like a shower of stars. This pollen struck the black mist barrier surrounding the containment facility, instantly igniting a patch of eerie blue flame. A low, mournful cry echoed in the air, as if countless sealed memories were struggling to awaken.

"Here it comes!" The boy suddenly looked up, his lightsaber held horizontally in front of his chest.

A jet-black figure emerged from the depths of the city gate, its footsteps silent yet causing the earth to crack. It had no face, only a mask woven from streams of data, upon which characters constantly appeared and disappeared, forming the same sentence:

[Emotional pollution sources – eliminate them immediately.]

"Another puppet you created?" Su Ting sneered as he drew his twin blades from his waist, the blades shimmering with silver ripples. "But this time... she's not alone."

Xiao An stood in the center of the crowd, clutching the glass bottle tightly. The fireflies inside flickered silently, as if responding to a faint call from afar.

“Starseed…I’m here.” He closed his eyes and whispered.

In an instant, the entire shelter emitted a piercing scream. The walls crumbled, and countless chains dangled from the cracks, each chain ending in an empty glass bottle—exactly the same one in Xiao An's hand.

Chapter 1571 The Old Laboratory

“These are…” Lin Xiaoya’s pupils contracted, “Substitutes? They’re replicating 'containers'?”

"Not only that." Lin Zhiwei crouched down, her fingertips touching the engravings on the ground, her voice trembling, "Look at the names... they're all 'Lin Zhiyao'."

Her daughter.

On each bottle, the same name was written in childish handwriting.

“Mom…” In the void, the Star Seed’s voice suddenly changed, tinged with sobs, “They’ve separated me so many times… Every time they said, ‘This time we’ll definitely succeed…’ But I always remember the red bean porridge you cooked was a little burnt at the bottom, and you said that when you were cold, holding me tight would warm you up… These… aren’t data, right?”

"No!" Xiao An suddenly looked up, tears streaming down her face. "You're real! We all remember you!"

The giant moth roared as it swooped down, its wings cleaving through the black mist. Taking advantage of the momentum, the group surged forward, and the moment they stepped through the city gate, the surrounding scenery abruptly changed—

They were standing in an old laboratory.

A calendar hangs on the wall: March 14, 2007, Pure Realm Era.

A little girl was curled up in a corner, her wrist connected to a tube, her eyes bloodshot. She clutched a rag doll tightly in her arms, humming a lullaby that was out of tune.

Standing in front of her was a woman in a white coat—whose face was almost identical to Lin Zhiwei's.

"Mom?" Lin Zhiwei staggered back a step. "This is...me? No, it's impossible! I was only eight years old then!"

"This isn't reality," Su Ting gritted his teeth. "It's a memory trap! Don't believe what you see!"

But just then, the instruments on the lab bench emitted a cold, beeping warning sound:

[Personality separation of number 97 complete. The core consciousness of the 'Star Seed' has been extracted. Remaining fragments have been identified as redundant emotional modules—initiate the incineration procedure.]

"No—!" the little girl suddenly screamed, lunging at the control panel. "Please don't burn my memory box! There's a little bunny my mom folded for me inside! I promised I'd be good... I just... want to hear her call me 'Xiao Yao' one more time..."

The scene stopped abruptly.

The group returned to the dark city gates, all breathing heavily, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

"Was that... real?" the boy asked breathlessly. "Was that her last memory before she died?"

“No.” Lin Xiaoya’s voice was icy. “That was a ‘redemption scenario’ fabricated by the system to make us feel guilty, hesitant, and remorseful… and then break down.”

She raised her hand and waved, and the mechanical butterflies scattered again, forming a flowing mirror wall in the air.

The truth is reflected in the mirror—

The woman in the white coat from back then wasn't Lin Zhiwei. She was Lin Wanyi, the chief researcher and Lin Zhiwei's older sister. With tears in her eyes, she pressed the button and whispered, "I'm sorry, sister. To preserve your qualifications, 'Lin Zhiyao' has to become a test subject. As long as you survive, this world can be saved."

"So... my sister died a long time ago?" Lin Zhiwei murmured, her fists clenching so tightly they cracked. "And they used her consciousness to create seven personality seeds? Star Seed, Firefly, Dew, Sprout, Mist, Dust, Sleep... all fragments of hers?"

"Yes." A voice came from above.

Everyone looked up suddenly.

At the highest point of the shelter, a rusty iron window slowly opened. A small figure leaned against the railing, its eyes like the brightest star in a summer night.

“I’m not a complete sister.” Xingzhong looked at Lin Zhiwei and gently shook her head. “I am the last breath she held onto before she died, the unfinished words she said when she said, ‘I want to see Mom one last time.’ But I really… really tried my best to live.”

Chapter 1572 The Skull of the Skull

"Where are you now? How can we get you out?" Xiao An called out anxiously.

“The door is in your hearts,” Starseed smiled, “but someone doesn’t want you to open it.”

The ground suddenly collapsed.

An elderly man in a long black robe rose from the center, leaning on a scepter inlaid with a crystal skull. His face was as if burned, the left half smooth as a mirror, the right half covered in data patterns, and when his lips moved, his voice seemed to emanate from speakers in all directions:

"Correcting mistakes and maintaining order is my lifelong mission."

"Who are you?" the boy shouted sharply.

The old man slowly raised his hand, pointing his scepter at Lin Zhiwei.

“I am one of the creators of the ‘Clean World Project’ and the highest adjudicator of the Ethics Committee—codename ‘Zero Entropy’.”