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

I also want to call you—daughter.

Su Ting's hand trembled violently, the piano keys pressed against his chest, feeling as if they were burning hot.

"What...did you say?" His voice was almost stuck in his throat.

“I said,” the woman’s voice was like spring water melting frozen earth, so gentle it made you want to cry, “I want to call you—daughter.”

The vehicle jolted as it leaped over an ice crevice. Su Nian jerked the steering wheel, the plasma cannon buzzing as it charged on the roof. M-06, with a rusty piece of iron between its teeth, sneered, "So romantic! But wait until you get blasted mute by the pulse cannon, then let's see if you can still groan!"

But no one responded.

Xiao Yin stared intently at the holographic radar, her voice trembling: "That...that high-orbit spacecraft, it didn't land, it's...circling around the Earth!"

“It dares not land.” Su Ting suddenly spoke, raising his hand to press the piano keys to his lips, as if kissing a memory. “The ‘Purifiers’ mission is to eliminate the source of the master frequency signal, but they are afraid. They are afraid to hear that song. As long as we are still singing, their weapons will malfunction, and their systems will become disordered—because the master frequency is not data, it is emotion.”

"Ha!" M-06 slammed his fist on the gun barrel. "So we're not running away, we're just walking the dog?"

Su Nian grinned: "What else? Step on the gas and send them on their way!"

He shoved the control stick, and the 'Mole' churned through the snow, hurtling into a dark canyon. The towering cliffs on either side, like the cracked jaws of the earth, blocked out the aurora borealis.

The car communicator lit up again, and the South American woman's voice was as gentle as ever: "You're being chased, aren't you?"

Su Ting nodded, even though the other person couldn't see him: "Yes."

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “My husband is gone, but ‘it’ is still here. I just plugged the tape recorder back in, and although the head was broken,… once the current was on, it started spinning by itself.”

"It started on its own?" Xiao Yin looked up abruptly. "Impossible! Mechanical aging can't start on its own, unless—"

“Unless it’s connected to some kind of bioelectric circuit,” Su Ting added in a low voice, “like…a heartbeat.”

“Yes.” The woman chuckled. “Just like it was waiting for me. And now, it’s waiting for you.”

[WARNING: Low-frequency resonance wave detected!]

[Source: South American rainforest coordinates S07-LL94]

[Signal morphology: Neural impulse-like]

Xiao Yin gasped, "This tape recorder...it's alive?!"

“No.” Su Ting closed his eyes. “It never died. It just fell asleep. Mother turned it into a ‘seed’ and buried it in the ground. When the bloodline gets close, it will awaken.”

M-06 spat out the piece of metal in his mouth: "So we're not going to rescue people, we're going to collect corpses? A bunch of broken tape recorders?"

“No.” Su Ting opened his eyes, his pupils burning like night fire. “We’re going to awaken a grave. When Mother fled into the rainforest, it wasn’t to hide, but to plant the ‘roots of sound.’ Everyone who understands ‘Moonlight’ is a node in his life, a ‘daughter’ in his life. And that tape recorder—”

Chapter 1349 You're almost there

He paused, his voice barely a whisper.

"It was his first 'voice generator.' He etched his memories, emotions, and even... consciousness into the tape. It could respond whenever someone sang."

Through the communicator, the woman suddenly whispered, "You'll be there soon."

"What?" Su Nian looked up abruptly. "We're still on the outskirts of the Andes!"

“But ‘it’ sensed it,” the woman said. “The tape recorder stopped for three minutes, then started again. It was vibrating, like…calling. The old banyan tree in the backyard, all its leaves had fallen, and its roots were moving, like writing.”

"What should I write?" Su Ting asked.

“Three words.” The woman paused, her voice trembling slightly, “—Su, Wan, Gui.”

There was dead silence in the car.

Xiao Yin's fingers swiped frantically across the holographic screen: "This is impossible... This signal strength is equivalent to the neural network of half a continent being activated! Something is awakening underground in South America!"

Su Nian slammed on the brakes, and the 'Mole' left a long trail in the snow before finally coming to a stop at the end of the canyon. Ahead lay a collapsed cliff, with thick fog billowing below, its bottom invisible.

“This place isn’t on the map,” he growled. “This canyon is a ‘blank area,’ erased from all satellite images twenty years ago.”

M-06 squinted at the fog: "But there is a road."

indeed.

A staircase, paved with black stone bricks, vaguely appeared in the mist, winding downwards, with a musical note engraved on each brick.

The melody of "Moonlight".

"This is... a sound-patterned stone?" Xiao Yin murmured. "A mineral crystal solidified by resonance of the mother frequency? How many years would it take for this to form?!"

Su Ting unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up the piano keys, and walked towards the car door.

"Su Wan!" Xiao Yin screamed, "Where are you going?! There might be a trap down there!"

“No.” Su Ting turned around and smiled. “It’s home.”

He pushed open the car door, and a cold wind rushed in, but a certain warmth rose from the abyss, carrying with it the scent of damp earth, the breath of vines, and—

The sound of a zither.

Extremely faint, intermittent, like an old tape recorder struggling to run.

"The moonlight shines on the river bend..."

Su Ting walked down the steps one by one, the piano keys pressed against her heart, resonating gently with the melody.

The others remained silent for a moment, then followed suit.

M-06, carrying a plasma cannon, grinned and said, "Damn it, I've killed so many people in my life, but I never imagined that one day I'd be going to hell because of a children's song."

“This isn’t hell,” Xiaoyin whispered. “This is the core of the ‘Mother Frequency Network.’ When Mom fled, she built the first ‘Sound Nest’ here. She sealed the genetic samples, memory backups, and even…personality templates of her seventy-three ‘daughters’ all in magnetic tapes. And the tape recorder is the key.”

"So we're going to open the safe now?" M-06 grinned menacingly. "We'll have to see if it's treasure or a bomb inside."

At the end of the stairs was a door.

A huge door, made of intertwined tree roots, has a rusty tape recorder embedded in its center, the tape slowly turning and making a hissing sound.

Su Ting stepped forward and gently touched it.

"drop--"

The tape recorder suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light.

[Blood vessel frequency detected: SW-01]

[Master Channel Holder: Su Wan]

[Privilege Level: Highest]

[Initiation: Lin Zhao Agreement]

The tree roots slowly parted, revealing a wooden house behind the door.

Exactly as described by South American women—

Two chairs, an old wooden table, and a cup of steaming jasmine tea on the table.

Chapter 1350: It looks like someone just dug it up.

In the backyard, under the old banyan tree, the soil was stirred up, as if someone had just dug it up.

"This... is impossible." Xiaoyin staggered backward. "This wooden house... is exactly the same as those in South America! But this place is on the other side of the Andes Mountains!"

Su Ting had already gone inside.

He picked up the cup of tea, his fingertips trembling slightly.

A jasmine petal floats on the surface of the tea, forming the character "昭".

He gently blew a breath.

The petals disperse and then recombine.

This time, it spelled out: "Wanwan, it's time to go home."

“Mom…” his voice broke.

Suddenly, the communicator rang again.

The voice of the South American woman came through, but it was no longer gentle.

Instead, his voice was trembling with tears:

"Su Wan! Run! My husband is back! He's not human! He's wearing a mask, his whole body is mechanical, and he says... he says he's waited twenty years just to kill all the 'listeners'!"

Su Ting looked up abruptly: "What?! Your husband isn't—"

"He's the commander of the 'Purifiers'!" the woman screamed. "He never loved me! He guarded this recorder just to wait for the mother frequency to awaken, and then... to use the memory stripper to extract all the voiceprint data! He said... that 'Lin Zhao's' consciousness has become a god and must be destroyed!"

[WARNING: Quantum signal intrusion detected!]

[Source: South American coordinates S07-LL94]

[Target: The core of the recorder]

Xiao Yin was horrified: "He's remotely extracting data! If he succeeds, the entire 'Suting Network' will be formatted!"

Su Ting stared intently at the cup of tea, flames igniting in his eyes.

“He’s wrong,” he said softly. “Mom isn’t a god. She’s just… a mother.”

He pressed the keys on the tape recorder.