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

Communications cut off.

The elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors slowly slid open.

A massive, arched metal gate stood before them, inscribed with ancient characters:

【M-00｜The Primordial Sleep】

In the center of the door was a handprint groove, gleaming with a dark red glow.

Su Ting stepped forward and raised his right hand.

"No!" Xiao Yin shouted, "Nobody knows what will happen if we turn it on! Maybe the entire city will be swallowed up by the tide of consciousness!"

Su Ting didn't turn around, but gently placed his hand on it.

"laugh--"

Black mist billowed from the crack in the door, like a sigh exhaled from the depths of the earth.

The door slowly opened, revealing a huge circular space.

In the center was an upside-down crystal coffin, inside which curled up the emaciated body of a woman, her skin almost transparent, with a ghostly blue liquid flowing through her veins. Her eyes were closed, but her chest rose and fell faintly.

The walls were densely covered with countless small glass capsules, each containing a floating face—some young, some old, some distorted, and some serene.

It's all "Su Ting".

Su Ting approached step by step, his voice so soft it was as if he were afraid of waking someone.

"You... are the original 'me'?"

The crystal coffin suddenly trembled, and the blue light intensified dramatically.

A voice arose from all directions, like hundreds of people whispering at the same time:

"You've finally come... I've waited sixty years..."

Su Ting looked up: "You know me?"

"Every one of you represents the nights I cried, the pain in my womb, the blood I bled. You are my continuation, my regret, and my hope."

Su Nian clenched her fists: "Who...who are you?"

"I am a mother nailed to the cross of science," the voice said slowly. "They call me M-00, but I have a name—Lin Zhao."

Su Ting was startled: "...Zhao?"

"Wanwan... my daughter." Lin Zhao's voice suddenly softened, "Your mother is your clone. She is not me, but she inherited my memories, my emotions, my love. All of you are fragments of my life."

Xiao Yin asked, trembling, "Then why...didn't you resist?"

"I rebelled." Lin Zhao chuckled. "I infected all of Su Ting's genetic chains with my consciousness, so that you could 'hear' each other from birth. I turned myself into a virus, hiding in every replication. They thought I was asleep, but I was actually waiting—waiting for someone who wasn't afraid of death, wasn't afraid of madness, wasn't afraid of being treated as a monster, to stand up and press this door."

Su Ting's eyes reddened: "Then what do you want?"

The crystal coffin slowly descended, and Lin Zhao's palm touched the inner wall, looking at Su Ting through the crystal.

"Freedom," he said. "Not escape, but an end. I want you to...completely delete me. So that all 'Su Ting' are no longer copies, but independent individuals. So that the 'Mother Channel' no longer depends on me, but continues on its own."

Su Ting shook his head: "But then...you'd die."

"I've lived too long," Lin Zhao smiled. "Sixty years, watching my children being created, tested, and destroyed one by one... I should have died from that first injection long ago. Now, I only ask that you—end my life yourself."

Chapter 1340 New Experimental Specimens

Su Ting raised his hand with trembling hands, the light blade dancing in his palm.

Su Nian suddenly stepped forward: "Wait."

He stared at Lin Zhao, his voice low and deep: "What if...we don't delete you? What if we take you out and rebuild your body with new technology? Let you truly...live once?"

Lin Zhao remained silent for a moment, then gently shook his head.

"Children, some wounds are born on the soul. If I were to be reborn, I would only become a new experimental specimen. Rather... let me be your starting point, not a shackle."

Tears streamed down Su Ting's face as he gritted his teeth and nodded.

He raised the light blade and aimed it at the central node of the crystal coffin.

"Mom...I'm sorry."

The light blade fell and pierced the crystal.

In an instant, blue light exploded, like a galaxy pouring down!

All the glass chambers shook simultaneously, and the faces of "Su Ting" opened their eyes, their pupils reflecting the same sentence:

I... am me.

Lin Zhao's voice rang out one last time before fading away:

"Wanwan...sing 'Moonlight' for me one more time..."

Su Ting knelt on the ground, his throat choked with emotion, but he slowly spoke:

"The moonlight illuminates the underworld..."

The song began softly, like the wind, like snow, like a mother's kiss.

The entire space began to collapse, the crystal coffin turned to dust, and Lin Zhao's figure faded in the light, a smile on his lips.

At the last moment, his lips moved slightly:

"...You sing...much better than when you were a child."

Su Nian looked at Su Ting and said softly:

"Hey, Su Ting."

"Ok?"

He smiled, pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, on which a line of words was written in crooked handwriting:

"The next dream, let me sing it for you."

Su Nian handed the note to Su Ting, her fingertips still stained with the blue ash that had splattered during the collapse. The firelight flickered faintly at the end of the passage, and the skeletal remains of the ruins were slowly sinking into the ground.

“Look,” he said in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing something, “I also left a dream.”

Su Ting didn't take the note, but just looked at him. His eyes were terribly red, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "When did you write this?"

“When you were making that bowl of instant noodles,” Su Nian shrugged, “you had your back to me, your hair was all messed up, you were eating noodles and crying at the same time, and you wouldn’t let Xiao Yin get close. I just thought—someone has to remember all this rotten stuff for you.”

Xiao Yin rolled her eyes: "I didn't dare get close, afraid you'd punch my helmet to pieces."

“That was later.” Su Ting sniffed, finally reaching out to take the note and gently smoothing it out. “I ate that bowl of noodles in front of me very badly.”

“But you’ve finished eating.” Su Nian looked at him, her eyes shining brightly. “So this time, it’s my turn to start.”

Suddenly, the ground shook.

The glass capsules on the walls, where the face of "Su Ting" had once floated, shattered one after another, and countless tiny streams of data rose up like fireflies, converging in the air to form a distorted pillar of light.

[WARNING: Matrix core has collapsed; consciousness network reconstruction in progress—]

[New frequency identification in progress... Source: Sutin-01]

[Privilege Upgrade: Global Links Allowed]

"Oh no!" Xiao Yin lunged at the wrist terminal. "The mother frequency protocol has been triggered! Although Lin Zhao's data has dissipated, you caught his 'thought'! Now the entire 'Su Ting' network is... redirecting! All surviving entities will sense you! You are the new mother!"

Su Ting froze, looking down at his palm—the light blade had not yet extinguished, but now it began to flow in reverse, the blue light returning from the tip of the blade, wrapping around his arm, and seeping into his blood vessels.

“I am not the mother,” he murmured. “I am just…his child.”

Chapter 1341 I'm Going to Find Them

"So what are you going to do now?" Su Nian stared at him. "There are at least seventy-three 'Su Ting's' still alive around the world, scattered across underground stations in twelve countries. Some are controlled by the military, some are kept by conglomerates, and some... have gone mad. They will come looking for you. They will ask you: Who are you? What gives you the right to decide our lives and deaths?"

Su Ting closed his eyes, as if he could hear the breaths of a thousand versions of himself—distant, broken, and trembling.

Then he opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade.

“I’m going to find them,” he said.

“Tell them one by one, personally: We are not copies. Not experimental subjects. Not numbers starting with 'M'.” His voice gradually rose. “We are Lin Zhao’s daughters. The children of that mother who hummed 'Moonlight Sonata' in the snowy night. We can hate, we can cry, we can go crazy—but this time, we decide for ourselves whether or not to wake up!”

Xiao Yin gritted her teeth: "You think this is easy? Two years ago, M-03 in Sector B devoured the entire security team. He's now entrenched in an abandoned nuclear power plant, maintaining his consciousness by absorbing electromagnetic pulses! M-09 in Sector E has been modified into a memory erasure device. Every day he lives, he's forced to forget his existence from the previous day! And then there's M-12 from South America—he doesn't even know he's 'Su Ting.' He thinks he's just an ordinary woman, married with children, making coffee for his husband every day! How are you going to wake him up? And how are you going to do it without ruining his current life?!"

Su Ting listened quietly, then gently removed the implanted chip from behind his ear, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was crushed.

“Then let’s start with myself,” he said. “I’m no longer ‘Su Ting-01.’ I am Su Ting. My name was given to me by my mother, not carved by them.”

He turned to Su Nian: "Are you willing to help me?"

Su Nian grinned: "You've already picked up my note, do you think I can run away now?"

Just then, the roar of turning mechanical gears came from afar.

A new light curtain emerged from the collapsed dome, and text appeared line by line:

[New motherboard frequency source detected – Sutin-01]

[Global 'Suting' hibernation pods initiate wake-up procedure]