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

The commander stared intently at the crimson, out-of-control area on the screen, his fingers clenched into fists.

"Who... activated Agora Level 1 access?" His voice was icy.

A technician answered tremblingly, “According to the logs… the key response source… comes from the D-9 ruins. Voiceprint comparison shows… it’s a composite resonance of ‘S-07’ and ‘S-12’.”

The commander's pupils constricted sharply: "S-07... is that the girl who was diagnosed with 'sonic overload' ten years ago? Wasn't she already 'purified'?"

“She survived,” another adjutant whispered. “And… she wasn’t alone. She had two children with her, a boy and a girl… and a man who used piano keys as weapons.”

The commander slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the main control tower in the distance, which was lit up with broadcast lights.

“Su Ting…” he murmured, “Do you remember who wrote ‘Behind the Iron Bars’?”

No one answered.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Then don't blame us for... unleashing the 'Echo Hunter'."

Meanwhile, on the ruins.

As soon as the song ended, the night wind suddenly calmed down.

Suddenly, Xiaoyin's terminal emitted a piercing alarm: "Oh no! The entire frequency band is being covered by some kind of high-order signal! It's not suppression, it's... it's another broadcast source! It's mimicking our frequency!"

On the screen, a line of text slowly appeared:

Welcome home, S-07.

We've been waiting for you to speak up.

Now, shall we... sing a song together?

Then, a familiar melody began to play—the prelude to "Behind the Iron Bars," but with a slower, colder tempo, each note seeming to crawl out of an abyss.

"This...this isn't our version!" Xiao Yin exclaimed. "Someone is broadcasting in reverse on the same frequency! They're copying our signal!"

Su Ting's expression changed drastically: "This is bad! It's the 'Echo Program'—they're using AI to learn our voiceprints, preparing to use our voices to undermine the public's trust!"

Chapter 1375 Quick Operation Terminal

“But… how could they…” Duoduo’s eyes widened.

Xiaoman suddenly trembled, her face turning deathly pale: "That voice...is...is it Teacher Lin?"

"What?" Su Ting turned his head sharply.

“Teacher Lin… was my music teacher.” Xiaoman’s voice trembled. “Ten years ago, when they took her away… she was still singing the last line of ‘Voices of Spring.’ But she couldn’t… couldn’t still be alive…”

The singing on the radio continued, cold and perfect, every note exactly the same as it had been years ago.

"Behind the iron gate, someone is still awake..." The voice sang slowly, yet it carried a chilling calm.

Su Ting grabbed the vibrating knife, his eyes sharp as knives: "It wasn't her. They used her voiceprint to create a 'dummy.' They wanted us to doubt everything we heard."

Xiao Yin quickly operated the terminal: "I can cut off the signal... but it will take three minutes! During this time, that 'fake Teacher Lin' will keep singing, and people will start to doubt... doubt whether we are real..."

“Then let’s not give them time to doubt.” Su Ting turned to Xiaoman and Duoduo. “Listen up—now, I want you to sing a new song that no one has ever heard before.”

"A new song?" Duoduo blinked.

“Yes.” Su Ting nodded. “Improvisation, random singing, off-key singing, singing while crying—anything goes. As long as it’s your own voice, no one can replicate it.”

Xiaoman was stunned: "But...we've never written a song before..."

“Start writing now.” Su Ting squatted down and took her hand. “Think of the sentence you most want to say. Sing it out with a melody.”

The night wind swept across the ruins. The three of them formed a circle. Xiao Yin stared intently at the terminal, her fingers tapping incessantly, trying to interfere with the enemy's signal.

Xiaoman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, she spoke softly, her voice young yet firm:

"Teacher, I'm still singing... I miss you..."

Duoduo paused for a moment, then joined in, using her slightly hoarse childish voice:

"Mom, I've found a sister who can sing... I'm not afraid of the dark anymore..."

Su Ting's deep voice slowly blended in, like the resonance of the earth:

"Old Town, wake up... children, it's time to go home..."

The three voices had no melody, no rhythm, and were even out of tune.

It is precisely this "imperfection" that makes them impossible to copy or forge.

Xiao Yin's terminal suddenly jolted—the enemy's signal began to become erratic!

"It's a success!" she shouted. "Their AI can't interpret spontaneous emotional resonance! The signal is breaking down!"

The voice of "Teacher Lin" on the radio began to distort, the notes became disordered, and finally it let out a piercing scream before stopping abruptly.

Night fell silent once more.

Only those three off-key hums continued to flow slowly on 87.6MHz, like a warm river.

In the distance, the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds.

Su Ting stood up and looked towards the horizon.

“They will come again,” he said.

Xiaoman walked to his side and asked softly, "So... what shall we sing next time?"

Su Ting grinned, raised his vibrating blade, and pointed it at the rising sun:

"Sing a song...that they'll never understand again."

"Ding--"

The terminal emitted a soft beep, and the signal ripples on the screen gradually stabilized. Xiaoyin breathed a sigh of relief and slowly removed her fingers from the hot keyboard.

“The source of the interference… has completely disappeared,” she murmured. “Not cut off, but… collapsed. Their AI model completely failed in the face of non-linear emotional fluctuations, like trying to make a calculator understand tears.”

Chapter 1376 Blurred Reflection

Duoduo rubbed her eyes, her voice still trembling: "Then... that 'Teacher Lin,' is it really not her?"

Xiaoman squatted on the ground, her fingertips lightly tracing a shard of glass, reflecting her blurry image. She whispered, "It can't be her... If the teacher were alive, she would definitely recognize my voice. But that song just now... without hesitation, without warmth, like... like a singing corpse."

Su Ting stood on the broken wall high up, his vibrating blade pointing diagonally at the ground, the blade trembling slightly, as if still alertly sniffing out the killing intent in the night wind.

“They’re not afraid of our resistance,” he said slowly. “What they fear is ‘truth.’ That’s why the three lines we just sang—the less they sounded like a song—pierced through them.”

Xiao Yin suddenly looked up, her eyes lighting up: "Do you know what this means? We not only protected the frequency, but we also exposed their trump card! The 'Echo Hunters' aren't monsters; they're a voiceprint AI-driven mimicry broadcasting system—they control people in the present by copying past voices! As long as we don't follow their rhythm, they can't catch us!"

Duoduo suddenly jumped up, clenching her little fists: "Then let's keep singing randomly! The worse the better! So they won't understand!"

Xiaoman couldn't help but laugh, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. She looked up at Su Ting: "And you? That line you just sang... 'Old city, don't sleep,' did you write it?"

Su Ting gazed at the rising sun in the distance without turning around: "Ten years ago, someone sang this song in my ear. At that time, I was still wearing shackles, and my ears were stuffed with sound-absorbing cotton. But I still heard it—someone was singing this song in the ruins with an off-key voice."

He paused, his voice lowering: "That person... was later dragged deep into the Silent Tower. In front of me, they forced him into the 'Silence Pool,' saying he was 'spreading dangerous emotions.' But just a second before he sank... he was still opening his mouth, as if he were singing."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Xiao Yin asked softly, "Who...is that?"

Su Ting finally turned around, his gaze as hard as iron: "I forgot his face. But I remember his voice. So today, I sang the line he didn't finish for him."

Xiaoman slowly stood up and dusted off the hem of her skirt. She walked to the old radio transmitter and gently ran her fingers over the buttons.

"So...where do we go next?" she asked.

“The main control tower,” Su Ting answered crisply. “Since we can take over the broadcasting system once, we can take it over a second time. But this time, I don’t just want the whole city to hear us—I want them to see us.”

“But the Qingyin Guard must be waiting for us,” Xiaoyin reminded her. “Especially that commander… he mentioned the author of ‘Behind the Iron Bars.’ He knows you, doesn’t he?”

Su Ting's lips curled into a cold smile: "We know each other more than just acquaintances. That song... we wrote it together."

Duo Duo's eyes lit up: "You...are partners?"

“I suppose so.” Su Ting gazed at the clouds gradually brightening on the horizon. “His name is Chen Mo. He was once the chief acoustic engineer of the Qingyin Guard and the first person to discover that ‘sound energy resonance’ could awaken collective consciousness. We originally planned to rebuild the city with music, but on the last night, he betrayed me and pressed the start button for the purification program.”

"Why?" Xiaoman asked.

“Because he’s afraid,” Su Ting said in a low voice. “He’s not afraid of the collapse of order, but that once people regain their voices, they’ll no longer need ‘managers.’”

Chapter 1377 Sound Residue Storage

Xiao Yin suddenly stood up: "Wait! I just pulled up the structural diagram of the main control tower... There are three underground floors, and the bottom floor is labeled 'Sound Residue Storage'."

"Sound fragments?" Duoduo frowned.

“The voiceprint files of the deceased.” Xiaoman’s voice tightened. “They… stored the voices of every person who was ‘purified’.”

Su Ting's eyes turned cold: "That's why they were able to create a 'fake Teacher Lin'... They used dead people to sing."

"Then... Mom's voice..." Duoduo's voice trembled, "Could it be there too?"

Xiaoman crouched down and hugged her tightly: "We won't let them use it. We won't let them use anyone's voice again!"

Su Ting walked over, put one hand on Xiaoman's shoulder, and gently patted Duoduo's head with the other.