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

Dora swooped down and tossed her a data cable: "The access point is here. We've hacked into the ventilation system, but it only lasts seven minutes."

"That's enough." Su Ting caught the rope, glanced back at Tian Tian, ​​and asked, "Are you ready?"

Tian Tian took a deep breath and nodded: "I want to tell everyone."

They climbed the high wall using ropes, their figures disappearing into the darkness.

At the same time, an anonymous video flashed across millions of screens worldwide.

A blurry figure stood in the middle of the ruins, holding an old tape recorder in his hand.

If you hear this... it means you also thought about saying something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

Now, it's our turn to speak.

Inside the elevator shaft, a red light is flashing.

“There are two more floors.” Su Ting pressed himself against the wall, his heart pounding. “Once we enter the control room, we must plant the ‘Echo Seed’ within one minute. Otherwise, the system will automatically isolate us, and we will all be tracked in reverse.”

Tian Tian nervously wrung her hands, asking, "Then...can I speak? In front of everyone?"

“Of course.” Su Ting looked at him, her eyes gentle yet firm. “You are the first person who dared to say ‘I’m afraid.’ This world owes you a live broadcast.”

The elevator stopped with a "ding".

The door slowly opened.

Inside the control room, there sat a person.

He was wearing a crisp white lab coat, his back to them, operating rows of silent control panels. On the screens, thousands of children's streams of consciousness were marked "purified," frozen silently in black boxes.

“You shouldn’t have come.” His voice was eerily calm.

Su Ting was not surprised: "You are one of the drafters of the 'Silence Law,' right? Dr. Chen. Your son... died in the first 'Happy Growth Camp.'"

The man's shoulders trembled slightly.

“It was raining heavily that day,” Su Ting continued, approaching step by step. “You wanted to hear him cry, but no one would let you. They said that emotions are a disease, and tears are pollution. So you designed this system yourself—to cut out all the ‘abnormal sounds’ and turn him into a ‘clean child’.”

"I have saved countless lives." Dr. Chen finally turned around, his face expressionless. "A world without tears is a peaceful world."

"You're lying." Tian Tian suddenly spoke, her voice soft but incredibly clear, "You just... didn't want to hear him cry anymore. So you made sure no one could cry. But... but don't you feel even more pain?"

Dr. Chen was stunned.

“My brother told me ‘I love you’ yesterday.” Tian Tian looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. “It wasn’t because I was good, it wasn’t because I smiled. It was because I told him I had a nightmare. He hugged me. He said, ‘It’s okay, I’m here with you.’”

"Have you...has anyone ever hugged you like this before?"

Silence surged in like a tide.

Dr. Chen's fingers gently traced the edge of the control panel, as if touching a long-lost memory.

“You know…” he said softly, “The last time I saw my son, he said, ‘Dad, the light is too bright, I can’t sleep.’”

I didn't turn off the light. I said, "It's safer if it's brighter."

The next day, they took him away, saying he was 'overly emotionally unstable'.

I... I always thought that as long as the world quieted down, I would be able to hear him speak...

Chapter 1507 The Piercing Alarm

Su Ting stepped forward: "Then did you hear that now? What he really wanted to say was never 'the light is too bright.' It was 'Dad, stay with me.'"

Tears finally streamed down Dr. Chen's face.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed a red button.

The entire system emitted a piercing alarm.

[Main database is open]

[Global live stream channel now available]

[The 'Voice of Truth' protocol will be activated in ten seconds.]

"Let's go!" Su Ting grabbed Tian Tian and ran towards the exit. "He's buying us time!"

"Wait a minute." Dr. Chen remained seated, gently stroking a yellowed photograph on the terminal. "Let me... say something too."

Su Ting stopped in his tracks.

She heard him say into the microphone:

"Son... I'm sorry... Dad... is actually afraid of the dark too..."

As the alarm sounded, the main screen suddenly lit up.

Millions of eyes witnessed this scene.

In the distance, the first rays of dawn are piercing through the dark clouds.

The communication channel suddenly crackled to life.

It is Su Ting.

"Hey, Su Ting."

"Ok?"

"You're now at the top of the wanted list. The whole country is looking for you."

She laughed: "So what?"

“But you’re still alive.” His voice was soft, like the wind passing through a valley. “And someone is responding to you.”

After a brief silence, he asked:

"Where to go next?"

"Go to school." Su Ting looked down at Tian Tian, ​​his voice soft but firm like a stake driven into the ground.

"What?" Su Ting paused for a second, then heard the sound of him taking a deep drag on his e-cigarette—even though the thing had clearly been dead for a long time. "Where did you say?"

“I went to ‘Sunshine Future Experimental Primary School’ when I was a child.” Su Ting pulled Tian Tian down a floor through the ventilation shaft, the metal ladder creaking under their feet. “All the pilot programs of the ‘Silence Method’ started there. The first batch of children to be ‘purified’, my classmates, all disappeared there.”

Tian Tian looked up at her and said, "Sister...you've never said these things before."

“Because I don’t remember.” Su Ting touched the back of his neck, where a light gray barcode was faintly visible. “They erased our memories before we were six years old. But last night, I dreamed about it. There was a door at the back of the classroom, and the teacher never let us go near it. Every time someone cried, they would be taken in, and when they came out… they would laugh, laugh and laugh, even if their toes were broken.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the channel.

Su Ting finally spoke: "You want to blow it up?"

“No.” Su Ting grinned, his eyes sharp as knives. “I’m going to turn it into a microphone.”

Dora's voice suddenly cut in, accompanied by static and the howling of the wind: "Sister Su Ting! I've set up the repeater on the rooftop! But the police drone swarm has already taken off and will be over the Black Tower in three minutes! They... they're broadcasting arrest warrants! Saying you're a 'source of consciousness contamination'!"

“Let them talk.” Su Ting plugged the terminal into the old-fashioned data cable inside the wall, and a series of green codes flashed on the screen. “Tell everyone who is still listening—turn on the recording and prepare for a live broadcast. Today is not just the day I speak, but the day everyone regains their voice.”

She pressed the Enter key.

Millions of old radios, tablets, and even implanted headsets around the world vibrated simultaneously.

An anonymous message popped up:

[8:15 a.m., Sunshine Future Experimental Primary School Auditorium, live broadcast of the truth.]

If you've ever been forced to laugh, had your mouth gagged, or been told "don't think so much"—come on, let's talk about it together.

“It’s insane…it’s absolutely insane,” Su Ting murmured, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “Do you know how many people are rushing there right now? Students, parents, retired teachers…even the counselors at the ‘Happy Growth Camp’ are skipping their posts! The transportation system is about to collapse!”

Chapter 1508 Faded Slogans

“Then let the city suffocate from the traffic.” Su Ting shielded Tian Tian behind him and pushed open a rusty fire door. “Let them block the way, listen, and watch.”

At the end of the corridor, a faded slogan was still posted on the auditorium door:

A smile is a virtue; silence is a sign of good manners.

A sliver of light shone through the crack in the door.

“There’s someone inside.” Tian Tian grabbed Su Ting’s hand.

“I know.” Su Ting took out a tin box from his backpack and gently opened it—inside was an old-fashioned cassette tape with a handwritten label that read: “Six years old, I said my last words.”

"This is……"

“My mother recorded it.” Su Ting lowered her voice. “She said that if one day I can no longer laugh, I should play it for the whole world to hear.”

Suddenly, the door opened.

A woman in a pink uniform stood at the door with a standardized smile on her face, but fine lines were creeping around her eyes.

"Su Ting?" she said sweetly, "Long time no see. I'm Teacher Zhang, do you remember me? Your current behavior has seriously violated Article 13 of the 'Regulations on the Protection of Children's Mental Safety.' I suggest you stop immediately and receive emotional counseling."

Su Ting stared at her and smiled: "Teacher Zhang, your third tooth on the right is fake because I poked you with a crayon that time and you fell. Do you remember? You said you wanted me to 'learn respect,' and as a result, I was locked in a dark room for three days."

Teacher Zhang's smile froze for a moment.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Su Ting took a step forward. “Because they also wiped your memory. You think you’re teaching children to be kind, but you’re actually helping them kill—killing every soul that doesn’t want to smile.”

"You're wrong!" Teacher Zhang's voice suddenly rose, but it was distorted as if someone was choking her. "Happiness is the answer! Pain only brings chaos! Look outside! You are creating panic!"