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

“So, we need to break into the control tower,” he said. “Not just to take over the system—it’s to burn all the stolen audio.”

Xiaoyin bit her lip: "But there are only three of us, and we have two children with us..."

“Who said there are only three of us?” Su Ting suddenly laughed.

at this time--

From a distant street corner came a series of chaotic footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse female voice rang out from the shadows: "Su Ting, you still love to brag as much as ever—you think you can take down the main control tower with just two kids?"

Everyone was startled and immediately became alert.

A woman emerged from the shadows, wearing a tattered leather jacket, a rusty hearing aid in her left ear, and holding a modified guitar in her right hand with wire wrapped around the strings.

"Nightingale B-9?" Xiaoyin's eyes widened.

The woman grinned, revealing a set of uneven teeth: "Don't call me by my code name. I'm called 'Voice Breaker' now."

Another figure walked over from the other side. It was a boy carrying a bundle of megaphones on his back and a drum on his shoulder: "Grey Boy Reportingford, Captain." He gave Su Ting a crooked salute. "We thirty 'noise enthusiasts' are ready to sing at any time."

Immediately afterwards, responses came from all directions—

"I'm at the old ironworks!"

"I'm in South Alley!"

"I'm at an abandoned school!"

"I'm at my mother's grave—I'm back!"

One by one, figures emerged from the ruins. Some carried broken radios, some held homemade megaphones, and some even used iron basins as drums and steel bars as cymbals.

Xiao Yin stared at the sudden surge in signal strength on the terminal, her voice trembling: "Su Ting... all the 'Sleepless' people in the city... are gathering here?!"

Su Ting grinned, raised the vibrating blade, and pointed the tip of the blade towards the main control tower.

“It’s not that we’re going to fight our way in,” he said loudly. “It’s that we’re going home.”

Xiaoman took Duoduo's hand and stood beside him.

He adjusted the guitar strings with a cracking tone, and sneered, "I heard they're going to release 'Echo Hunter'? Great, my old guitar just needs an opponent."

The gray boy slammed the drum down on the ground and plopped down: "Come on! Let them hear what 'freedom to sing off-key' really means!"

Su Ting took a deep breath, looked at the main control tower standing in the morning light, and slowly spoke:

"Get ready—sing a song they've never heard before."

Xiaoman blinked, then suddenly smiled: "Then... I'll start?"

Su Ting nodded: "Use your own voice."

She took a deep breath, faced the rising sun, and softly sang the first line—

"Mom, I saw light..."

Duoduo immediately chimed in, "My sister said that's what we sang..."

The guitar, cracking and distorted, suddenly slammed out a shrill chord, like thunder tearing through the sky.

Chapter 1378 Pressing Down the Pace

The gray child struck the first drumbeat, and the broken pot roared loudly.

Su Ting's deep voice pressed into the rhythm: "Old City, wake up... This time, it's our turn to set the tone."

The singing was unorthodox, yet its momentum was unstoppable.

Just then, the terminal suddenly vibrated again.

Xiao Yin looked down and her expression changed drastically.

A new line of information slowly appeared on the screen:

[An unusual cluster of sound waves was detected.]

[Voiceprint matching in progress...]

[Match successful: S-07, S-12, Su Ting, Nightingale B-9, Gray Child...]

[Target locked.]

[Echo Hunter Prototype - Activated.]

Immediately afterwards, a beam of dark blue light shot into the sky from the top of the main control tower in the distance, tearing through the morning mist.

In the center of the beam of light, a blurry human figure slowly took shape, hovering in mid-air, with huge receivers on its ears and its mouth opening and closing silently.

Xiao Yin looked up, her voice trembling, "What...what is that?"

Su Ting gripped the vibrating blade tightly, the blade humming like a beast's low growl.

He gazed at the figure and said, word by word:

“That’s… a monster spelled out with our voices.”

He chuckled coldly, his voice cracking, and plucked the strings: "Fine. Then let it hear clearly—who wrote its own funeral song."

She slammed down the chord and roared:

"Come on—I'll write one for you right now!"

"Come on—I'll write one for you right now!"

A distorted roar tore through the morning wind, and the broken guitar slammed onto the concrete ground. One of the wire strings snapped, but it exploded with a piercing electrical sound the moment it hit the ground—the modified speaker at her feet suddenly roared, the noise as sharp as knives piercing the sky.

The gray child slammed down both mallets, the drumheads shattering with a deafening roar that seemed to echo from the depths of the earth. A dozen figures burst forth from the ruins, simultaneously raising their implements—rusty horns unleashing deep roars, iron basins pounding out frantic beats, steel bars colliding with concrete, sparks flying everywhere.

Su Ting did not move.

He stood at the very front, his vibrating blade pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip trembling slightly as if listening to the pulse of the earth.

The figure suspended in the pillar of light slowly lowered its head, facing them. It had no facial features, only a pale face composed of sound wave patterns. Its lips moved, uttering a voice that didn't belong to anyone—

“Su…Ting…”

It was his voice, but it was stretched and distorted, mixed with countless whispers.

"Xiao...Man...Duoduo...go home..."

Xiaoman suddenly took a step back: "It...it's imitating us?!"

“More than that.” Xiaoyin stared at the terminal, her fingertips flying across the screen. “It’s reassembling! It’s shattering our voices and piecing them back together into new ‘people’! That thing… is an ‘echo entity’ cloned from our voiceprints! It’s not imitating—it’s becoming us!”

"Then let it taste how awful the real us are!" Gray Boy laughed wildly, smashing his mallets against the broken drum, the rhythm growing increasingly frenzied.

He wiped his mouth with a cracking voice, pulled a burnt-out recorder from his jacket pocket, and shoved it hard into the connector on the back of the guitar.

“This thing is a recording of my last underground concert ten years ago.” She grinned, a ruthless glint in her eyes. “The last line you sang before you were arrested that day, Su Ting—do you remember it?”

Su Ting finally looked up, the blade slowly rising and pointing at the suspended shadow.

“Of course I remember,” he said in a low voice. “That line… wasn’t finished yet.”

The string snapped suddenly.

The recording pen played a hoarse, screaming song, which was joined in by millions of people singing along.

"We will not remain silent—even if our throats are slit!"

Chapter 1379 Sharper than a knife

The entire abandoned city seemed to tremble.

Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes. She had never heard the melody before, yet it felt as if it had flowed through her veins a thousand times. She opened her mouth and involuntarily hummed the second line—

"The wound grows a song—sharper than a knife!"

Duoduo froze for a moment, then rushed forward, hugged Xiaoman's arm, and shouted the next sentence with all her might:

"Mom! I can hear you—I'm singing!!"

The voice was childish, yet it cut through the air like a sharp blade.

Su Ting closed his eyes.

Ten years ago, in the prison of the Tower of Silence, he heard the final screams of countless people being dragged away. That day, he vowed that if he could do it all over again, he would use his voice to wake this city from its grave.

At that moment, he opened his eyes and roared out his own passage:

"The iron gate is broken—the rusty lock needs to be replaced!"

Four voices—a piercing roar, Xiaoman's clear voice, Duoduo's sharp voice, and Suting's deep voice—collided, intertwined, and merged in the air, creating a discordant sound, yet carrying a primal power, like the earth's crust cracking, like a volcanic eruption.

The vibrating blade suddenly trembled, its body resonating and emitting a low-frequency hum.

Xiao Yin shouted, "Resonance wave! They've unintentionally triggered a collective acoustic resonance! The terminal shows... the signal strength at 87.6MHz is skyrocketing!"

The beam of light at the top of the main control tower shook violently, and the figure pieced together from voiceprints began to distort, a crack appearing on its face, as if it could not withstand the impact of this "realism".

"It's collapsing!" Xiao Yin exclaimed with elation. "The resonance frequency of real emotions is something AI can't simulate! Its structure is crumbling!"

But at this moment——