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

"Om-"

The entire wooden house trembled!

Blue light rose from the ground, spreading along the tree roots and instantly illuminating the entire valley.

[Main frequency node linkage: 14/9→15/0]

[Hidden Protocol Unlocked: Lin Zhao's Tears]

[Start: Agora Reverse Tracking]

"Fuck them!" Su Ting laughed wildly, firing a cannon into the sky. "I want to see who's really the dog!"

Plasma cannon fire tore through the clouds, striking the high-orbit spacecraft directly!

boom--! !

The silvery trajectory twisted instantly, and amidst the flames of the explosion, a dark figure plummeted, crashing into the depths of the canyon.

Su Nian, panting heavily, grinned: "Did you take it down?"

“No.” Xiaoyin stared at the radar, her voice trembling. “It… jumped down by itself. It wasn’t an AI, it was a person. Wearing a white lab coat, with ‘LZ’ embroidered on its chest.”

Su Ting walked out of the wooden house and headed step by step toward the point of impact.

The fog dissipated.

A man kneels amidst the rubble, his face covered in blood, clutching a charred cassette tape in his hand.

He looked up, his eyes cloudy, yet filled with a certain obsession.

"Su...Wan?" he called hoarsely, "You...are you really alive?"

Su Ting stopped.

"who are you?"

The man raised his hand, trembling, revealing a barcode on the inside of his wrist—

【LZProject-Assistant03】

“I… am Lin Zhao’s assistant.” He cried out, “Twenty years ago, the organization arrested him and forced him to hand over the ‘mother frequency core’. He refused and locked himself in the rainforest. I… I chased after him, but it was too late. I only found a tape recorder and a note— ‘Wait for my daughter to come and give this to her.’”

He held the tape high.

"This is... the last melody. He said it could only be played when all the 'daughters' responded. Otherwise, it would awaken something that shouldn't be awakened."

Su Ting slowly stepped forward and took the tape.

Light as a feather, yet heavy as a thousand pounds.

He looked up at the sky.

Chapter 1351 A Beating Heart

The aurora borealis flows again, spelling out new numbers:

[Responded on 6/73]

The communicator suddenly rang.

The South American woman's voice was weak yet firm:

“Su Wan… I killed him. With a kitchen knife. As he fell, he said… ‘Mom, I’m sorry.’”

He chuckled softly, as if relieved.

"The tea's getting cold. Can you... still come for dinner?"

Su Ting gripped the cassette tape tightly, gazing into the distance.

"can."

he said softly.

"I will definitely come."

"I'm glad you could come." The South American woman's voice seemed to drift from afar, with a hint of laughter, yet also like crying. "I left you a bowl of soup, your favorite when you were little, lotus seed, lily bulb, and snow fungus stew."

Su Ting stood amidst the rubble, the cold wind ruffling his hair. The cassette tape in his hand was pressed against his chest, like a beating heart. He didn't answer, but simply closed his eyes and gently pressed the piano keys to his lips.

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

The singing was soft, like the wind passing through the forest, yet with each syllable he uttered, the entire valley began to resonate.

[Main frequency node linkage: 15/0→16/2]

[Voiceprint verification in progress...]

Unregistered node detected: LZ-A03

Xiao Yin lunged at the holographic screen, her fingertips tapping frantically: "This is impossible! A03's genetic data was destroyed twenty years ago! The system shouldn't have identified him as 'daughter'!"

“Who says only women can be daughters?” Su Ting grinned, kicking aside the charred wreckage of the aircraft and dragging out a mechanical body. The helmet was shattered, revealing a dense network of neural interfaces underneath. “Look, the ‘cyborg’ of the Purifiers, completely modified, only its brain is still alive—this thing probably doesn’t even remember its own name.”

The man knelt on the ground, his trembling fingers clutching the cassette tape tightly.

“I’m not… a prosthetic body,” he said hoarsely. “I’m human. Lin Zhao… he taught me to play the piano, to listen to the sound of rain, to… remember my mother’s scent. He said that hearing is the most faithful memory. As long as he can still hear, he’s not dead.”

Su Ting squatted down and looked him in the eye.

"What's your name?"

The man's lips trembled: "I don't have a name. My number is A03. But he... he called me 'Xiao An'."

"Xiao An?" Su Ting's pupils contracted slightly. "Mom wrote in her diary... about the child in the lab who shielded him from memory extraction?"

“It’s me.” He choked up. “They took away thirty years of my memories, but I can still… I can still hear him humming. Every night, I secretly put on that tape recorder, over and over again… He said that when his daughter comes, he will give her the last melody.”

Su Ting slowly reached out and took the tape.

At the very moment of touch—

Om-! !

The piano keys suddenly became hot, the wreckage of the tape recorder emitted a sharp whistling sound, and blue light spread from the ground like blood vessels, wrapping around his ankles.

[WARNING: Deep memory reflux detected]

[Initiation: Lin Zhao's Tears - Echoes of Memory]

"No!" Xiao Yin screamed, "That's unencrypted memory data! Direct access will burn out the neural pathways!"

But it's too late.

Su Ting's vision went black as his consciousness was violently pulled away—

It rained heavily.

A tin shack, the walls covered with hand-drawn sound wave diagrams, and seventy-three numbered glass bottles on the table, each containing a strand of hair.

The woman's back was slender; she was wearing a white lab coat and was putting a cassette tape into a tape recorder.

"Mommy," a little girl said timidly as she walked in, "Are they here again?"

Chapter 1352 Heavy Footsteps

Lin Zhao turned around, smiled, and squatted down to dry his hair: "Don't be afraid, Wanwan, if they can't hear the 'song,' they'll never find us."

“But they say you’re a monster,” the little girl said, shrinking back. “They say you control people with your voice and drive them crazy.”

Lin Zhao softly hummed "Moonlight," her fingertips tapping out a rhythm on the table: "Are you crazy?"

The little girl shook her head: "I just think...it sounds nice."

“Then it’s not madness.” Lin Zhao smiled gently. “Emotion is the true language. They use algorithms to rule the world, but they don’t understand that a song can make someone willing to die for another person.”

Heavy footsteps could be heard outside the door.

Lin Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he quickly stuffed the tape recorder into the hole and covered it with a wooden board.

“Remember, Wanwan, if one day Mommy is gone, go to ‘Sound Nest’. There are seventy-three children like you there, they are all Mommy’s daughters. Sing together, and the world will hear you.”

The door was kicked open.

Men in black rushed in, pointing guns at him.

Lin Zhao picked up her daughter and placed a metal piece engraved with musical notes into his palm: "Run, don't look back. Go find the banyan tree in South America, the tea party is waiting for you."

Gunfire rang out.

Blood splattered on the little girl's face.

He didn't cry, he just gripped the piano key tightly, turned around and rushed into the rainy night.

"Su Wan!!"

Xiao Yin rushed over and hugged him, her voice trembling: "Your heart stopped for a full seventeen seconds! If it had been three seconds later, you wouldn't be here today!"

Su Ting slowly opened her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face.

He looked down and noticed a line of tiny characters engraved on the piano keys:

【Daughter No. 73: Su Wan】