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

【响应信号：1/73……2/73……3/73……】

Xiao Yin stared at the data stream, her voice trembling: "They... they've really started responding."

Suddenly, a burst of static noise appeared on the communication channel.

A childish voice rang out, soft and gentle with a southern accent:

"Sister...is that you singing?"

Su Ting was startled: "Who?"

"I'm in a very dark place," the little girl's voice timidly said. "They say I'm M-05, but I remember my mother... she always dressed me in little yellow rain boots on rainy days. Sister, can I... can I wake up too?"

Su Ting's tears fell without warning.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "Yes. You can wear rain boots if you want. You can jump in the rain for as long as you want. I'll come pick you up, okay?"

"Really?" The little girl's voice suddenly brightened. "Then... can you take me to see the snow? The book says that snow is cotton candy falling from the sky..."

"Mm." Su Ting smiled through her tears. "I'll take you to the north to see the heaviest snow."

Communication is disconnected.

Another signal has been received.

This time it was a hoarse female voice, cold as a knife: "Don't think that just because you're the 'Source' I'll listen to you. I've lived for twelve years under the Black Sea, barely surviving by feeding on military AI. You 'clean' experimental subjects have no idea what 'living' means."

Su Ting stared straight ahead, saying each word clearly, "M-06. I know you're in pain. But pain is no reason to lock yourself up. If you want revenge, I'll be with you. If you want to rebuild, I'll help you. But if you just want to hide at the bottom of the sea and continue eating code to survive—then I'll personally pull you up, even if you bite me."

Chapter 1342 Abandoned Submarine Compartment

After a long silence, the other party finally sneered: "...Interesting. I'm in Sevastopol, in the seventh abandoned submarine compartment. Waiting for you."

The signal disappeared.

Xiao Yin wiped her face: "They're crazy... completely crazy. Do you know how dangerous it is to go to a place like that?!"

Su Nian, however, had already shaken the gun in her hand and grinned: "That suits me perfectly. My brother just woke up and keeps saying he wants to treat me to a good meal, but his face is so ugly it could scare a child to tears. Why not pull off a big heist first and show him how handsome his brother is?"

"Your brother just escaped the life support system, and you already want to use him as combat power?" Xiao Yin was furious.

“That’s called a family partnership.” Su Nian raised an eyebrow. “Besides, he’s perfectly clear-headed; he just looks like an alien creature that’s been run over by a car.”

As Su Ting watched the two bickering, he suddenly felt a sense of relief in his chest.

He looked up beyond the ruins—the aurora borealis reappeared, slowly forming a few words in the night sky:

Su Ting, we're waiting for you to come home.

It's not an order, it's not a warning.

It is a call.

He said softly, "Let's go."

Su Nian patted his shoulder: "Let's go. First to the Black Sea, then to South America, and drag them out one by one. Let the whole world know that 'Mother's' children are not meant to be studied."

Xiao Yin sighed, opened the navigation map, and circled the first route: "From B7 area to Sevastopol, it takes at least thirty-six hours. You have to change five modes of transport along the way and avoid three border blockades..."

“No problem.” Su Ting stepped forward, a light blade gathering in his hand. “At worst, we’ll blast a path through.”

The wind and snow swirled up again, and the three figures gradually disappeared into the dark passage.

In the distance, the last signal quietly connected.

A familiar voice, so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Wanwan... Mom is really... proud of you."

Su Ting paused, but did not turn around.

He simply gripped the light blade in his hand tighter and whispered:

"...Then this time, don't leave again."

The voice on the communicator chuckled very softly:

"Okay. This time, I'll accompany you to the very end."

The wind and snow howled at the end of the tunnel, like the whispers of countless dead souls. The three trudged through the abandoned subway tunnel, rusted cables overhead snapping intermittently, showering down a shower of metal shavings.

"I mean, are we really going to walk all the way to the port?" Xiaoyin tugged at the collar of her protective suit, looking annoyed. "This godforsaken place doesn't even have an electric scooter, and my GPS is practically frozen solid!"

Without even turning his head, Su swept the muzzle of his gun across the dilapidated advertising light boxes on either side, and a string of rusty cameras exploded. "Walking is the safest. Did you forget that reconnaissance plane in the sky just now? Even an A-level camouflage net couldn't stop it from tracking us. The entire territory is searching for the 'mother frequency signal source' right now. Whatever mode of transportation we take, we'll be sitting ducks."

"So you're planning to cross the Eurasian border on foot?" Xiaoyin rolled her eyes. "What about your brother? Wasn't he supposed to be sane? Where is he now?"

“He’s waiting for us.” Su Nian suddenly stopped, took out a charred metal piece from the inside pocket of her jacket, with half a line of blurry code engraved on it. “I took this from the life support pod. His last words before he woke up were: ‘The seventh string is broken, and the pitch is off’—what do you think that means?”

Su Ting paused in his steps.

He stared at the metal piece, a glint of blue light flashing deep in his pupils—as if some memory had been awakened.

“…The seventh string,” he murmured. “When Lin Zhao taught me to play the piano, he always said, ‘The seventh note is the soul.’ He said that what connects people is ‘matching frequencies.’ If the seventh note is broken, the resonance is gone.”

Chapter 1343 A Faint Blue Light

Xiao Yin was taken aback: "You mean... your mother left behind some kind of 'musical code'?"

“It’s not a password.” Su Ting looked up, his eyes sharp. “It’s a summons.”

He raised his hand, and a tiny wisp of blue light condensed at his fingertips, trembling slightly like an invisible string.

Then, he gently flicked it.

hum-

A wave, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread out. Instantly, all the remaining electronic screens on both sides of the tunnel lit up!

[System restarting... Frequency calibration: A-432Hz]

[Original voiceprint detected: Lin Zhao-01]

[Hidden Node Unlocked: 7/9]

"Holy crap!" Xiao Yin jumped back. "That was... a sonic key?! How do you know that?!"

“He taught me,” Su Ting said calmly. “Every night before bed, he would play a melody on the piano that only he and I understood. He said that if one day I heard the same note, even if we were separated by thousands of miles, I would know that he was looking for me.”

Su Nian grinned: "So you're broadcasting 'Mom is looking for you' right now?"

“No.” Su Ting withdrew his hand, and the blue light dissipated. “I’m telling all ‘Su Tings’—we are not alone. We have ‘roots’.”

Before he could finish speaking, the communicator suddenly beeped.

[Private Channel Access: Encryption Level Ω]

A mechanical female voice rang out, its tone flat, yet carrying an eerily familiar quality:

“Suting-01, you have triggered the 'Cradle Protocol'.”

Su Ting's eyes narrowed: "Who are you?"

“I am M-11.” The other person paused for a second, “and also… the last person to have seen Lin Zhao.”

The scene slowly unfolds: a thin woman lies in the experimental chamber, her wrists are covered with IV tubes, her lips are cracked, but she is smiling.

He was holding a baby in his arms, humming a song softly.

The camera zooms in—the song is "Moonlight".

“Lin Zhao knew you would be cloned,” M-11 said. “He knew you would suffer, be confused, and hate him. But he still let the experiment continue.”

Su Ting's breath hitched.

"Why?" he asked through gritted teeth.

“Because he needs a ‘container’,” M-11 said calmly, “a ‘daughter’ who can hold all his memories, emotions, and will. And you—the seventy-three ‘Su Tings’—are all test subjects. Only the last one who can ‘survive’ will be the real ‘Su Wan’.”

"Su Wan?" Xiao Yin's eyes widened. "Isn't that Su Ting's original name?"

“Not the original name,” M-11 corrected. “It’s the ‘final name.’ ‘Su Wan’—the Wan of returning late, the Wan of goodnight, and also… the Wan of coming too late.”

Su Ting felt a chill run through his body.

It dawned on him.

He is not the first "he".

He was the last one.

The first seventy-two were all dead. They were deleted, swallowed up, or transformed into templates "closer to Lin Zhao".

And he was the one who succeeded.

"And what about you?" he asked. "M-11, where are you now?"

“I’m under the Arctic ice,” M-11 said. “I’ve frozen myself. I don’t want to be a ‘container’ or be removed. I chose ‘hibernation’. But you triggered the protocol… so I have to tell you something.”

"what?"

"Lin Zhao is not dead."

"What?!" Su Nian lunged at the communicator. "Wasn't he executed by the experimental center?! The surveillance footage clearly shows—"