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

Su Ting stopped but did not turn around.

“Tell them—” she said softly.

She said, "Mom, I finally dare to cry."

The stairs were narrow and spiraled downwards, as if leading to the earth's core. The air was so humid you could wring water out of it, and every step felt like treading on decaying memories.

Su Ting's flashlight beam was weak, casting distorted shadows on the wall. She could hear her own breathing and occasional muffled thuds above her head—like some enormous machine awakening.

Chapter 1513 Dark Red Liquid

Three minutes later, she arrived at the entrance to the fourth basement level.

A rusty iron gate lay across the room, dark red liquid seeping from the edges of its frame—it was hard to tell if it was rust or something else. Several crooked characters were engraved on the gate:

[Abandoned Area - No Entry - Unidentified Deceased]

She pushed the door, but it didn't budge.

"A combination lock," she muttered to herself, pulling out the terminal to connect to the control panel. The screen flickered a few times, then a line of blood-red text appeared:

Identity verification failed.

[Record a voice sample to confirm: Have you ever cried?]

Su Ting was stunned.

Then he laughed.

She pressed the record button and whispered into the terminal:

“My name is Su Ting. When I was six years old, they injected me with 'silent hormone' because they said I cried too much. But I didn’t cry that day because of the pain… it was because my mother didn’t look back when she left.”

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[Emotional waveform matching successful]

Welcome home, S-0721

The iron gate slowly opened, accompanied by a grating metallic scraping sound.

A stench wafted towards me.

The flashlight beam swept in, revealing a huge basement with countless hanging straps from the ceiling, like ropes on a gallows. Scattered on the floor were broken toys, broken desks, and... huddled figures.

Not a living person.

It wasn't a complete corpse either.

Their chests rose and fell slightly, their skin was bluish, their eyes were cloudy, and their mouths were slightly open, as if they were forever stuck in a state of silent screaming.

"These people..." Dora's voice came through the earpiece, "are they experimental subjects deemed 'emotionally uncontrollable'?"

“Not just.” Su Ting approached a boy, squatted down, and gently touched his cheek. “They are the failures of the ‘Echo Recovery Project’—when children can no longer even fake a smile, the system deems them useless, but it can’t kill them, so it can only seal them here, relying on the life support system to maintain their minimum metabolism…let them live, but not be remembered.”

She took out a tape recorder and pressed play.

The cassette tape started playing, and a child's voice rang out: "Mommy, I want to go home... I don't want to pretend to be happy anymore..."

In an instant, some of the previously still "corpses" began to move.

A girl suddenly convulsed, gripping the ground with both hands, her fingernails cracking.

Her mouth opened and closed, as if imitating a sound.

Then, the second, the third...

The "dead" in the room began to awaken, their movements stiff as marionettes, yet they all turned toward Su Ting.

[Beep!] A terminal alarm suddenly sounded.

"High-frequency sound wave emission countdown: 4 minutes 12 seconds. Expected coverage radius of five kilometers. Biological neurons are forced into dormancy for an indefinite duration."

"There's no time." Su Ting gritted his teeth and raised the recorder high. "Can you hear me? I'm here to give you a voice! Not for the data, not for the experiment, but just... to let you say what you've always wanted to say!"

She pressed fast forward and skipped to the last part of the tape.

That was the voice her mother recorded before she died—

"Xiao Ting... don't be afraid to cry. Tears are the true you."

The moment the recording ended, all the "deceased" opened their eyes simultaneously.

Tears of blood streamed down his face.

Then, the first sound rang out.

Hoarse, broken, yet resolute:

"...I miss my mom."

The second person continued: "I...I'm not bad...I just hurt."

The third one: "They cut off my tongue... but now... I still want to say... I'm sorry... I didn't have the courage... before..."

More and more voices converged, like an underground river finally breaking through the rock strata.

Chapter 1514 Deleted History

Su Ting stood in the center, tears silently streaming down her face.

She turned on the live stream and pointed it at this group of people who "shouldn't exist".

"Did you hear that?" she screamed into the microphone. "This is the history you've deleted! These are the 'failures' you call them! But they lived more authentically than any of you!"

Through the earpiece, Dora responded, her voice choked with emotion: "The live stream has surpassed one million viewers... Social media is going crazy... The military is trying to block the signal, but... Reporters have already rushed to the school's perimeter..."

"Okay." Su Ting wiped away her tears, turned around, and walked to the back of the room.

There was an old broadcasting main unit that connected to the entire school's loudspeaker system.

She inserted the cassette tape and set it to loop.

“As long as the power keeps flowing, this recording will continue,” she whispered. “Even if we die, their voices will not disappear.”

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from above.

【boom! ! ! 】

Dust settled down.

"What's wrong?!" Tian Tian screamed.

"Sister!" Dora's voice was filled with terror. "The drones are out of control! They're crashing into the control room! Thick smoke is billowing from the Black Tower! And... and the military has sent ground troops, forcing their way into the campus! They're carrying 'silence guns'! Anyone who makes a sound will be shot down!"

Su Ting sneered and activated the broadcast system.

hum-

The cries and shouts of children echoed throughout the four underground levels.

“Let them come,” she said. “I’ll show them who the real monster is.”

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly noticed a small, thin figure sitting in the corner, head down, holding a tattered picture book in his arms.

She walked over and knelt down: "Are you alright?"

The child slowly raised his head—he was a boy of about eight years old, with stitches on his lips, as if they had been forcibly sewn together.

He pointed to the picture book.

Su Ting opened it.

The first page features a drawing of a woman cooking from behind, with the caption: "This is my mom, she can sing lullabies."

On the second page, a woman lies in a hospital bed with many IV drips inserted, and it reads: "She said she's going to a very far place."

The third page was completely dark except for a single red dot that read: "She said if I behave well, I can see her again."

The last page features a tiny figure with its mouth open but unable to make a sound, below which is a line of crooked, illegible text:

“I told them I missed her… and they sewed my mouth shut.”

Su Ting's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She gently hugged the boy, her voice trembling as she asked, "What do you want to say? I'll say it for you now."

The boy mustered all his strength and squeezed out three words:

"...I miss...her..."

Su Ting hugged him tightly and screamed into the loudspeaker:

"He said he misses his mom! Did you hear that?! He just misses his mom!!"

Before the words were finished, a flurry of footsteps came from the stairs above.

The leather boots landed with a synchronized rhythm.

The Silent Force has arrived.

Su Ting put the boy down, stood up, and faced the door.

She picked up the recorder and placed it next to the broadcasting host to make sure every sentence was recorded.