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

Xiaoman was stunned. A strand of hair was lifted by her ear in the wind, like someone's fingertips gently brushing against her.

"What did you say?" She almost thought she had misheard.

Su Ting didn't answer. He slowly raised his hand, palm up, as if cradling something unseen. His fingers trembled slightly, not from exhaustion, but from… a sense of connection.

Chapter 1414 The Vibration Layer of the Earth's Crust

“She’s not dead,” he whispered. “Her voice… is still going on. The lighthouse isn’t the destination, it’s a transit point. She put the last part of the song into the resonant frequency—and now it’s spreading along the vibrating layers of the earth’s crust to all the places where the ‘voice of freedom’ has ever been heard.”

Duoduo scrambled to her feet, her wristwatch screen flashing wildly: "Impossible... this signal waveform... it's self-replicating! Every time it passes a residual sound core, it activates a memory echo! Good heavens, she's using all the world's silent coffins as megaphones!"

The gray child stared at the slowly rotating beam of light at the top of the lighthouse, his throat bobbing: "So... she burned herself, just to 'ignite' this song?"

“Yes.” Su Ting finally stood up, his eyes clear and bright. “Twenty years ago, they sealed her mouth because she sang the activation key of the ‘Original Core.’ Now, before she died, she passed the key… to me.”

Xiaoman suddenly grabbed his arm: "Then you heard it? The lyrics after the chorus?"

Su Ting was silent for a moment, then his lips moved slightly.

But no sound came out.

But at that very moment—

In the distance, the loudspeaker of the abandoned subway station suddenly crackled to life.

Then, a soft, husky, yet incredibly clear female voice slowly rang out:

"When a star falls into the sea, it will never be silent again."

All four of them turned around at the same time.

The sound only played once before abruptly stopping. But everyone's heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by those words.

"She... was on the radio?" Duoduo's voice trembled. "But that station has been without power for a long time!"

“It’s not a broadcast.” Xiaoman shook her head, her pupils shrinking slightly. “It’s ‘echo parasitism.’ She planted her voice in the underground sound wave network, and it will automatically play wherever there is a resonant memory… just like a virus.”

The gray child grinned, but there were tears in his eyes: "Old lady, you really are a madwoman."

Su Ting suddenly turned around and strode towards the end of the plank road.

"Where are we going?" Duoduo called out.

“Back to the city.” He didn’t turn his head. “This song is not the end, it’s a call to action. She awakened the silent coffin; now, it’s our turn to awaken the living.”

"Are you crazy?" Duoduo chased after her. "The Cleaners will hunt down anyone who spreads this song! The entire city is under the surveillance of the 'Silence Protocol'! You'll be located as soon as you enter the city!"

“Then let them hear.” Su Ting stopped and turned around, his eyes sharp as knives. “Let them hear clearly—someone has woken up, and, moreover, doesn’t want to keep quiet anymore.”

Xiaoman suddenly smiled.

She raised her hand, and the sound core lit up in her palm, like a beating heart.

“You know what?” she said, “the first time I heard a street performer play the harmonica when I was a child, I was so scared that I hid in a trash can. My mom said, ‘The sound is dangerous; it will attract them.’”

She paused, her smile gradually turning cold.

"But today, I want them to know—what's truly terrifying isn't the sound."

He was the one who had remained silent for twenty years, and finally spoke.

The gray-haired boy picked up the drum, grinned, and said, "Alright, this drum of mine is the cure for all kinds of 'fear of making a sound'."

Duoduo gritted her teeth, grabbed the recording pen from the ground, and stuffed it into her breast pocket: "Then I'll count as one too. Anyway, what I'm stealing isn't sound—it's life!"

The four stood side by side, the sea breeze howling, and the lighthouse light slowly rotated behind them, like an eye finally opening.

Su Ting looked down at his empty hands.

Chapter 1415 Abandoned Vegetable Market

Then, he slowly raised his head and gently flicked his fingertips—

"Ding."

There is no guitar.

But the clear sound was so distinct, it was as if it had actually been heard.

It was as if the strings of the whole world had been tuned.

3:17 AM.

An abandoned farmers' market in the southeastern part of the city.

A homeless man huddled under an awning, clutching a broken flute in his arms.

Suddenly, his ears twitched.

He raised his head.

A soft song drifted into my ears:

"When a star falls into the sea, it will never be silent again."

His lips trembled, and his fingers gripped the flute tightly.

The next second, he brought the flute to his lips and, with all his might, blew a long, broken note—

"woo"

Two kilometers away, on the rooftop of an office building.

A girl working overtime suddenly looked up.

White noise was playing on repeat in her headphones to help her sleep.

But at that moment, a sentence abruptly broke through the white noise:

"When a star falls into the sea, it will never be silent again."

She was stunned.

Then, she took off her headphones, opened the window, and shouted at the empty street:

"I heard it!!!"

The sound pierced the night sky.

Three seconds later, the automatic announcement from the convenience store downstairs began:

"When a star falls into the sea, it will never be silent again."

The cashier froze, then looked up at the loudspeaker.

Then he laughed.

He grabbed a broom and slammed it down on the shelf:

"Bang!!!"

Five minutes later, deep inside the subway tunnel.

A train that had long been out of service suddenly lit up with dim yellow lights.

Inside the carriage sat more than twenty people draped in black robes.

In front of them were various old musical instruments: accordions, brass instruments, electronic keyboards, and even a rusty wind chime.

At the very front, a man wearing glasses slowly raised his hand.

His voice was hoarse:

"Everyone, the silence pact... has been broken."

He lowered his arm.

The next second, more than twenty musical instruments started playing at the same time!

The sound waves surged like a torrent, smashing down the metal door at the end of the tunnel!

Above the towering skyscrapers of the city, countless windows lit up one after another.

Someone picked up a spatula and started banging on the balcony railing.

Someone scratched the glass with their fingernail.

Someone was holding a child's toy drum and pounding it down hard.

One after another, the voices rose up, scattered yet stubborn.

It started as a dot.

Then comes the line.

Finally, they are connected into a single image.

The entire city, in the silence of the early morning, began to "feverish".

In the monitoring center, red alerts were flashing wildly.

The operator, drenched in cold sweat, reported: "Report! Citywide sonic anomaly! Unregistered audio is simultaneously appearing in 372 areas! The system cannot trace the source! Cannot suppress it!"

The commander stared at the screen, his face ashen: "Activate the 'Deep Sleep Protocol'! Cut off all civilian power! Release the 'Silent Swarm'! I don't care how they spread, give them—complete suppression!"