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

The blue light from the piano keys surged, and the remaining master frequency signal poured into the room like a galaxy flowing backward.

The entire tower began to collapse.

In the final moment, Xiao Zhe finally mustered all his strength and, in an almost inaudible voice, finished the line from the childhood song:

"...Stars, twinkling bright..."

Outside, the aurora borealis reappeared.

A new voice came from distant Siberia.

It's Lina.

She's still singing.

This time, however, her voice did not tremble.

“Sister Su Wan…” Her voice rang out softly through the remaining frequency band, “I…I think I heard other people’s voices. They…are singing with me.”

“I heard it too.” Su Ting leaned against the collapsed wall, Xiao Zhe in his arms breathing weakly but steadily, his chest rising and falling gently with the ending note of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”.

The light from the piano keys reflected on his face, like a flame rising from the deepest, coldest abyss.

Xiao Yin wiped her face, her voice trembling with a mix of tears and laughter: "It's not just Lina... there are other frequencies too! At 120 degrees east longitude, someone is sending a message on an old-fashioned radio! On the edge of the Arctic Circle, three children have formed a choir! They can't sing at all, their singing is completely off-key, but they—are singing!"

Chapter 1359 What a load of crap!

"Ha..." Su Ting grinned, a bloody gash appearing at the corner of his mouth. "A bunch of idiots, thinking singing can save their lives?"

He looked down at Xiao Zhe and said softly, "But ironically, singing can save lives."

"Brother..." Xiao Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils still dilated, but his fingers gripped Su Ting's clothes tightly. "Outside... is there... a commotion?"

“Yes.” Su Ting smiled, a glint in his eyes. “The whole world is making noise. Those people want to deafen you, mute you, make you forget how to cry, how to laugh, how to call out ‘Mom’—but now, their ears are about to explode.”

"I want to... hear it again," Xiao Zhe said weakly. "That song... 'Moonlight'... could you... sing it for me?"

Su Ting nodded, pressed the piano keys onto their intertwined hearts, and closed his eyes.

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

A deep, husky voice rang out, like the wind rustling through an old copper bell on a barren plain.

Xiaoyin immediately followed up with the second sentence, her voice trembling but firm: "My mother told me to go home and sleep..."

Suddenly, static appeared in the headphones.

Immediately afterwards, a rough male voice suddenly broke in, carrying a heavy Northwestern accent:

"—The moonlight climbs onto the roof, and I'm about to beat someone up with a spatula!"

Su Ting was taken aback, then burst out laughing: "Who is this? Are you crazy?"

Xiao Yin flipped through the spectrum, both amused and exasperated: "In Gansu, in an underground air-raid shelter, a group of miners are forming a resonance array with their headlamps! The leader is called 'Old Zhao,' and he says his wife was taken away by the Silent Legion. After waiting for twenty years, today she can finally 'shout' out!"

"Old Zhao!" Su Ting yelled into the communicator, "Did you mess up that line?"

"Change my ass!" Old Zhao cursed on the other end of the line. "That's exactly how my daughter sings it! She's only three years old, what could she possibly sing correctly? But this song—it's just her style!"

He paused, then his voice suddenly lowered, choked with emotion:

“I…I haven’t heard her sing in so long. They say she was ‘overwhelmed’ and took away…but I know she’s definitely in some dark room, waiting for me to call her home.”

There was silence on the channel.

Then, a woman's voice rang out softly, with a damp southern accent:

"Old Zhao...is your daughter's name 'Duoduo'? I'm in Guangxi, there's an abandoned children's shelter here...there are pictures of Duoduo on the wall, she...she sings this song every night...she's not dead, she's still alive!"

"What?!" Old Zhao's voice suddenly exploded, "Say that again, you fucking idiot!"

"She's alive!" the woman's voice cried out. "Not just her! There are more than twenty children locked up here! Their ears have been cut off, but they're still singing! With their throats, with their teeth, with their heads banging against the wall! They're waiting for us!"

Su Ting suddenly stood up and gently handed Xiao Zhe to Xiao Yin: "Hold him up, don't let him fall asleep."

"What are you going to do?" Xiaoyin asked in surprise.

"I want the whole world to know." Su Ting walked up the collapsed steps, stood on the still-smoking amplifier, and raised the piano keys high. "Those names that were erased, those voices that were cut off, those children locked in darkness—today, not one of them will be missing!"

He pressed the global broadcast button.

[WARNING: The signal will penetrate the remaining layer of the sound barrier, causing lethal neural stress]

He grinned and pressed the play button heavily.

"drop--"

Then he spoke, using all his strength:

"This is Su Ting! 68 degrees North latitude, Tower Zero has been breached! I found my brother! He's alive! He still remembers how to sing!"

Chapter 1360 Underwater Laboratory

"Old Zhao from Gansu! Your daughter, Duoduo, is in Guangxi! She drew a whole wall full of suns! She says her dad's noodles are the most delicious!"

"Aunt Lin from Shanghai! Your son Xiaoyu isn't dead! He's in the underwater laboratory in Dalian! Every day he taps on an iron pipe with his toes, and he's playing 'Jasmine Flower'!"

"Lina of Siberia! You are not singing alone! On the Mongolian steppe, a hundred herders are gathered around a bonfire! They accompany you with their morin khuur (horsehead fiddle)!"

"And all the children who have been taken away—listen up!"

His voice was like thunder, piercing through the broken walls and ruins, soaring into the gray-white sonic clouds:

"Your mothers haven't forgotten you! Your fathers are still looking for you! Your friends, your neighbors, strangers you've never met—are all singing!"

So, don't shut up!

"Sing! With your swollen throats! With your cracked lips! With your heads that have had their ears cut off!"

"Sing this to those who want to silence you!"

"Tell them—"

He suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing an old burn scar on his chest, left from the night the "Silence Protocol" was activated.

"I won't lose a single one of my children!"

The piano keys suddenly burst forth with a blinding blue light, as if in response to his roar. The metal pipes throughout the underground space began to resonate, and sound waves spread outward like a tide.

Suddenly, a very faint, intermittent sound came through the headphones:

"Brother...I...I'm listening too..."

Su Ting was startled: "Who?! State your name!"

The voice paused for a few seconds, then, with a laugh, it was as soft as a dream:

"I was... woken up by you guys."

"Were you woken up?" Su Ting froze, her fingers gripping the edge of the piano keys tightly, her voice trembling slightly. "What did you say? Who's talking?"

The voice rang out again, still weak, but with a strange gentleness, as if it had crawled from the depths of the earth for ten years before reaching the ear:

“I…don’t know my name. They took my name, and they took my ears. But I remember…someone holding me and singing a lullaby. It was a long time ago.”

Xiao Yin suddenly looked up, her fingertips frantically slicing across the spectrum: "This signal... isn't coming from a single channel! It's adaptively recombining! It's like... like the entire 'silent layer' is resonating!"

"Where are you?" Su Ting asked in a low voice, each word sung as if carved from stone.

“Below,” the voice said, “above you are ruins, and I am one of those beneath them. There are many of us. We’ve been buried for so long that we’ve become numb to the pain. But just now… your voices, like light, pierced through a crack.”

"Who is holding you captive?" Su Ting pressed.

“The people in white coats.” The voice suddenly turned cold. “They said that sound is a virus, and children are the hosts. They cut off our ears to ‘purify’ us. But they forgot… we can still dream. In our dreams, someone sings.”

“Dreams are also sounds,” Xiaoyin said softly, her eyes reddening.

Su Ting suddenly pressed the piano keys to his lips, his voice low yet thunderous: "Listen! No matter which level you're on, no matter if you have ears or not—I'll tell you your name! Your name is 'Alive'! Your name is 'Shouldn't Be Erased'! Your name is 'The Person I Must Save'!"

There was a brief silence.

Then, a very soft laugh.

"You...you're so noisy," the voice said. "But I...want to open my eyes."

Chapter 1361 was ultimately censored.

Suddenly, a burst of ear-piercing static erupted from the communication channel!

Immediately following, a cold, synthesized voice cut in:

[Illegal sound wave cluster detected. 'Quiet Protocol' Level 7 activated: Full activation of the neural silence field. Objective: Eliminate all unauthorized audio carriers. Countdown: 90 seconds.]

"Damn it!" Xiao Yin slammed her hand on the control panel. "They're about to activate the final shield! All remaining sound waves will be forcibly suppressed, and even heartbeats will be interfered with!"

“90 seconds…” Su Ting stared at the scorching piano keys in his hands, his eyes suddenly resolute. “That’s enough.”

He ripped open his combat uniform, revealing crisscrossing scars on his back, the deepest one resembling a cracked musical note.

"Xiaoyin, switch the amplifier to 'reverse frequency resonance' mode."

"Are you crazy?!" Xiaoyin exclaimed. "That will burn out your nervous system! You can't even last five seconds!"