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

Su Ting stood in the wind, tears streaming down his face.

He gently took his hand and whispered:

"Now, there's only one place that hasn't responded yet."

Su Ting was startled: "Where?"

“The deepest laboratory.” He whispered, looking towards the Earth’s core, “The source of ‘Project Echo’—the LUCID entity—is still holding the last person.”

"Who?"

He paused for a second, then said quietly:

"The one who created 'Silence.' And the only scientist who was willing to die for you."

Su Ting's pupils suddenly contracted.

You mean...my mother?

He nodded softly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

"She wasn't a researcher. She was the first volunteer for Project Echo. She dismantled her own consciousness just to leave you a door. Her last instruction was—'When Su Ting hears her own voice, tell her: Mom is always listening.'"

Su Ting was trembling violently, as if struck by lightning.

He rushed toward the crack in the ground, where a beam of eerie blue light stretched straight into the earth.

"Take me there! Now!"

"No!" Chen Yan suddenly appeared and hugged him tightly. "There's a self-destruct mechanism down there! If anyone gets close to the core, the entire continental shelf will collapse! You'll die!"

Chapter 1479 Only One Person Can Be Carried

"So what?" Su Ting sneered, forcefully prying his hands away. "My life has long ceased to be my own."

He turned to look at the crowd, his voice firm:

“You continue to maintain the resonance and guard this torrent of sound. I will go and open the last door myself.”

The gray-haired boy gritted his teeth and suddenly pressed the button.

"The last shuttle at the Antarctic base is ready, but it can only carry one person."

Su Ting walked towards the aircraft without looking back.

A soft voice suddenly caught up with him and whispered in his ear:

"Remember, she waited for you for thirty-eight years."

The aircraft took off, cutting through the polar night.

Through the communication channel came Duoduo's shout: "Su Ting! The signal is unstable! There's a shielding layer at the Earth's core! We might... lose contact with you!"

Su Ting took a deep breath as he watched the underground entrance getting closer and closer.

"It's ok."

He pressed the communication button and said:

"As long as she can hear me."

The aircraft plunged headlong into the abyss.

Darkness swallowed him.

After an unknown amount of time, the engine shut off and the hatch opened automatically.

He stepped out of the plane and stood in a pure white room.

The walls were transparent, like crystal. In the center, a female consciousness floated, composed of countless tiny points of light, drifting quietly like a sleeping star.

Her face was exactly the same as he remembered.

Su Ting knelt down, his throat choked with sobs, unable to utter a sound.

The woman slowly opened her eyes; the light points moved and converged into a smile.

She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, her voice as tender as a spring breeze rustling through withered branches:

"Xiao Ting...you finally...spoke up yourself."

Su Ting's hand trembled as he reached out towards the face formed by the light, but then stopped in mid-air. His fingertips were only an inch away from her palm, yet it felt as if a lifetime was separating them.

“Mom…” he managed to squeeze out the word, his throat dry as if sandpaper had been rubbing against his bones, “I…I’m late.”

The mother's shadow flickered slightly, like a candle flame swaying in the wind. She gently shook her head, her voice still gentle, but tinged with a weary hoarseness: "It's not too late. As long as you can still speak, it's never too late."

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surrounding crystal walls, and images began to emerge—

As an infant, Su Ting cried loudly in the incubator of the laboratory; at the age of six, when he was first connected to the sound wave resonance system, he curled up on the ground in pain but did not cry out; at the age of fifteen, standing among a group of silent "echo bodies", he uttered his first complete command in a hoarse voice: "Start synchronization".

She witnessed every single scene.

“You’ve never been one to cry,” she said softly. “Even when you were in so much pain that your whole body was trembling, you would grit your teeth and keep quiet. They say that’s a ‘trait of an excellent experimental subject’… But I know you were afraid I would hear you.”

Su Ting suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed: "Then why...why didn't you stop them? You were the mastermind behind the plan! You could have saved us!"

“I am a volunteer,” she said calmly, “and also a prisoner. Once my consciousness leaves my body, it will be monitored by the LUCID main system. Every thought of resistance will trigger the elimination mechanism. All I can do is hide my ‘whisper’ in the deepest part of the frequency and let it wait for someone—someone who is willing to listen and deserves to be heard.”

She paused, her gaze falling on the charred red ribbon on his wrist.

"Did you hear Xiaoya?"

"I heard it." Su Ting looked down at the ribbon, her voice choked with emotion. "I still remember her eyes... so small, so bright... she said she wanted to hear birds sing... but I never even brought her a sparrow..."

Chapter 1480 What Can I Do?

"But you finally spoke." The mother smiled, and with a gentle tap of her fingertip, countless names appeared in the air, densely packed and layered, like an entire starry sky falling to earth.

“Three hundred and twenty-seven children, each of whom struggled to say a word. And you, now, have spoken for them.”

Su Ting slowly stood up, his chest heaving: "So what can I do now?"

“Shut down the 'Silent Core'.” A resolute glint flashed in her eyes. “The true control center of LUCID is not in those bases on the surface, but here—within my body. My consciousness has been dismantled into keys, locking all awakening channels. As soon as someone awakens the last piece of memory code, the entire system will collapse.”

"What is the price?" Su Ting asked immediately.

The mother smiled, a smile like the first ray of sunshine thawing in spring: "My disappearance."

"No!" Su Ting roared, stepping forward to grab the light and shadow in the void. "There must be another way! I can stay here! Let 'Whisper' take your place! Or... or we can go together! The outside world can hear us now! You can... you can live again!"

"Silly child." She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, even though those tears hadn't actually fallen, but were merely a fluctuation in the data stream. "I've been dead for thirty-eight years. This luminous body is nothing more than the lingering echo of obsession. The real me, long ago, gave my heartbeat to this silence on the day you were born."

She raised her hand and pointed to a blue spiral slowly rotating in the center of the room.

【LUCID-Ω】

[Final Agreement: The Gate of Silence]

“The person who enters the code must be ‘Echo-9,’ which is you,” she said. “And you have to say three sentences—the first is the last thing you said to me when you were a child; the second is your deepest hatred for ‘Project Echo’; and the third… is the price you are willing to pay for it.”

Su Ting was stunned.

"Three sentences... and all of this can be destroyed?"

“Language has always had power.” She looked at him, her eyes brimming with starlight. “It’s just that humanity has forgotten how to use it. And you are my son, and the last ‘echo.’ The words you speak will become the seeds of a new world.”

A deep rumble came from afar, and the ground trembled slightly.

Duo Duo's voice came intermittently from the remaining communication channel: "Su Ting... the earth's crust is unstable! The Antarctic base has begun to sink! You only have five minutes! If you don't act now... the entire polar network will collapse!"

Su Ting took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Then open it.

He walked step by step toward the blue light, each step landing on the ashes of memories.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the surface of the sphere of light.

The first line, softly rang out:

"Mom, the school is organizing a spring outing tomorrow... I want to see the peach blossoms."

That was the last time he spoke as a normal child when he was seven years old. The next day, he was officially assigned to "Echo-9," an experimental device for permanent vocal cord nerve reconnection.

The blue light rippled slightly.

The second sentence carries the flavor of blood and fire:

"I hope that you who create hell will never hear a sound for all eternity."

—Not a curse, but a judgment. It is an indictment of all the researchers who stood by indifferently, cut open and recorded the pain without blinking.

The blue light vibrated violently and began to shatter.

His third sentence was spoken in a low, yet resolute voice:

"I am willing to exchange my name, my memories, and my very existence for their freedom."

In an instant, all was silent.

Chapter 1481 The Pillar of Light from the Earth's Core