On the seventh day of the honeymoon, Li Qiang already felt he couldn't hold on much longer.
Newlywed wife Xiao Fang appears gentle and quiet, but at night she seems like a different person. Her energy is frighteningly vigorous, hardly giving her husband any chance to catch his breath. The bed, sofa, bathroom, even the kitchen counter have all witnessed traces of their entanglement.
Li Qiang was initially somewhat smug, feeling he had married a top-tier woman. But by the tenth day, he started to develop dark circles under his eyes and walked unsteadily. By the fifteenth day, he could only lie in bed, letting his wife have her way with him, repeatedly muttering: "I can't take it anymore... really can't take it anymore..."
On the morning of the twentieth day, Xiaofang woke up to find her husband had stopped breathing.
The doctor’s diagnosis was “acute mental exhaustion combined with a cardiovascular incident.” The neighbors privately speculated, all saying Li Qiang had been “worked to death” by his wife. Xiao Fang, however, remained astonishingly calm. She buried her husband’s remains, but before the cremation did something that chilled everyone to the bone — she personally cut off Li Qiang’s huge YJ, the one she loved the most.
After returning home, she carefully washed it, dried it, tied it up with a red cord, and hung it in the center of the bedroom wall.
Since then, every morning when Xiao Fang got up and every night when she went to sleep, she would walk to the wall, gently touch and kiss that thing that had already lost its warmth, and softly speak to it as if she were treating her husband, who was still alive:
“Husband, I miss you so much today too...”
“You’re still so energetic…”
Days passed like this, one by one.
Next door lived a single man named Zhang Wei. He had long had an interest in Xiao Fang, and after hearing about Li Qiang's death, curiosity overcame everything. One day, he found an excuse to borrow something from Xiao Fang's house and accidentally caught a glimpse of that thing hanging on the wall, freezing on the spot.
That night, Zhang Wei started to take action.
While Xiao Fang was out buying groceries, he quietly dug a hole in the wall shared by the two houses, just big enough for him to reach through, positioned exactly opposite the place where Xiao Fang hung her YJ. Then he extended his own living thing through the hole, replacing the original “specimen.”
Xiaofang returned home completely unaware.
As usual, she walked to the wall, gently grasped that 'husband', kissed and caressed it, sometimes even rubbing herself against it a few times. Zhang Wei held his breath next door, feeling both aroused and terrified, yet couldn't help but cooperate time and again.
Such days lasted for over half a month.
Zhang Wei grew bolder, sometimes even gently thrusting. Xiao Fang simply took it as 'my husband's spirit manifesting' and became even more immersed. Until one night, she suddenly stopped moving and stared at that thing for a long time.
The next morning, Xiaofang took a sharp small knife and walked to the wall.
She gently stroked it twice, then raised the knife and brought it down—
With a “pfft” sound, that thing was cut off at the root.
A sharp scream came from next door, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Xiaofang held the still slightly twitching thing in her hand, looked at the hole in the wall, then at her blood-stained hand, her expression terrifyingly calm.
She wrapped the items, placed them in the suitcase, and then began tidying the room.
When the neighbors heard the commotion and rushed over, they saw Xiaofang had already mostly packed up. Carrying her suitcase to the door, she looked back at that wall and said softly:
“Honey, we have to move...”
After saying that, she left without looking back.
The police later found Zhang Wei, who had lost too much blood, in the next room, along with the hole in the wall. The case was classified as 'accidental injury' because Xiao Fang insisted she was merely 'cleaning her deceased husband's belongings' and had no idea there was a living person behind the hole.
As for that severed thing, no one ever found it again.
Some say Xiao Fang took it away and continued hanging it on the wall in her new home.
Some said that later she remarried, and her new husband soon had a mental breakdown as well.
Only this time, the hole that appeared on the wall was no longer something anyone dared touch.
After leaving the old neighborhood, Xiaofang moved into a quieter residential building in the south of the city. The new home had good lighting, and the bedroom walls were clean and smooth. She re-hung the 'treasure' she brought from her old home. That thing, which had completely lost all signs of life, had been carefully wiped with alcohol by her and still looked spirited.
Her life regained a superficial calm.
During the day, she works as a cashier at the supermarket. After returning home in the evening, the first thing she does is still walk to the wall, gently stroke and kiss it, whispering a few intimate words. The neighbors only think of her as a quiet young widow; no one knows what hangs in her room.
Half a year later, Xiaofang met a new man.
The other party was named Chen Jian, in his early thirties, working as a foreman at a nearby construction site. He had a sturdy build and didn't talk much. They got married after two months of dating. In the first week of marriage, Chen Jian experienced what it meant to be a 'sweet burden.' Xiao Fang's enthusiasm hadn't diminished at all due to her widowhood; instead, it intensified. Chen Jian could handle it at first, but by the second week, he was begging for mercy every night, and by the third week, he was clearly physically exhausted.
At some early morning in the fourth week, Chen Jian, like his predecessor, quietly closed his eyes.
The hospital again gave a similar conclusion. Xiao Fang still calmly handled the aftermath, and before the cremation, once again kept the part she needed.
This time, she hung the new 'collection' side by side with the old ones on the wall.
Two things of different sizes hung side by side, like some bizarre decoration.
Life continued forward.
Xiaofang wasn't in a hurry to find the next one. She became more cautious and started observing the men around her. A year later, she met the third one—a seemingly energetic, self-proclaimed 'very fit' personal trainer.
After marriage, the coach quickly verified just how good his 'physical strength' really was.
Three months later, a third one appeared on the wall.
Rumors began to spread in the residential compound.
Some say this woman brings misfortune to her husbands; some say she keeps unclean things hidden in her room. The bolder ones remembered the case from the old neighborhood, vaguely connecting the two incidents. But without evidence, the police just conducted routine inquiries and then let it drop.
What really made things spiral out of control again was Xiao Fang's fourth husband.
He was a seemingly honest and simple middle school teacher named Liu Ming. Before marriage, Xiaofang observed him for a long time, confirming he was healthy and had a regular routine, before agreeing to date. In the first two months of marriage, Liu Ming managed to keep up relying on youth and regular exercise, but by the third month, he began experiencing severe insomnia and anxiety.
He secretly went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor advised him to “reduce the frequency and get more rest.” But Liu Ming didn't know how to bring it up to his wife.
Until one night, when he got up to use the bathroom, he saw Xiaofang standing by the wall, gently kissing those three things hanging side by side, murmuring something under her breath:
“You’re all here... that’s great...”
Liu Ming froze on the spot.
He made no fuss about it, and instead began pretending to sleep, observing for several nights in a row. After confirming it was not an illusion, he made a bold decision—he was going to find out exactly what those things were.
One day after Xiao Fang went to work, Liu Ming carefully used a tool to remove one strand and sent it to a doctor friend he knew privately. When the results came out, the doctor's expression was even more grim than his.
“This is... real people’s.”
Liu Ming aguantó and did not faint.
He went home, hung the three things back up, and sat on the sofa smoking an entire pack of cigarettes. He wanted to call the police, but was afraid of getting dragged into something even more troublesome; he wanted to run away, only to discover that Xiaofang had quietly taken away all his documents and bank cards.
Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Xiaofang returned home early.
Seeing her husband's pale face and the floor littered with cigarette butts, she just asked calmly, 'You saw?'
Liu Ming nodded.
Xiaofang wasn't angry. Instead, she walked over and sat down beside him, her tone as calm as if discussing what to eat tomorrow:
“They’re all my husbands. They left too suddenly, so I could only keep the most important parts to stay with me.”
"You... don't you think it's scary?" Liu Ming's voice trembled.
“Scary?” Xiaofang tilted her head and thought for a moment. “For me, they’re still here. As long as they’re hanging on the wall, they’re still here.”
Liu Ming was completely unable to say anything.
That night, Xiaofang didn't ask him to do anything else. She just walked to the wall as usual, kissed each of the three things one by one, then went back to bed to sleep. Liu Ming lay beside her, awake until dawn.
The next day, he secretly went to the police station.
The police came to investigate again. This time, with physical evidence, the case was officially filed. Xiao Fang did not resist. Just before being taken away, she glanced back at the three objects on the wall and softly said:
“Wait for me to come back.”
During the interrogation, she confessed to everything: keeping the belongings of her first husband after his death, the second and third husbands, and the incident years ago in the old neighborhood where she accidentally injured a neighbor. She insisted she was merely 'preserving evidence of love' and had no murder motive—those men truly all died of natural causes.
Forensic examination also supported this: the causes of death for several husbands were acute exhaustion triggered by extreme physical exertion, with no direct signs of violence found.
In the end, Xiaofang was sentenced to several years in prison for 'insulting a corpse' and 'negligently causing serious injury' (referring to the incident with the neighbor).
Those things on the wall were confiscated as evidence.
After the case was closed, residents of both the old and new neighborhoods breathed a sigh of relief. The wall holes that had once appeared were uniformly filled and repainted. No one mentioned them again, and no one dared to dig randomly in their own walls anymore.
Only occasionally would new residents who moved into those two buildings hear neighbors chatting late at night, faintly mentioning “that woman” and “the thing on the wall.”
By the time the story was passed down to the end, it had become unrecognizable.
Some say she actually killed four husbands; some say she turned those things into specimens and continued collecting them; others say after being released from prison, she moved to a new city and found a new marriage prospect.
No one knows the truth.
The only thing that can be determined is——
On the wall where holes had once been dug in those two places, no one afterward dared casually hammer in nails or hang decorations, and even less did anyone dare, in the dead of night, to put their body into any hole of unknown origin.
Because once some hole has appeared, it will forever remain in people's memories.
And some women, once pushed to extremes by desire, make everyone who approaches them reconsider the true meaning of the word 'companionship.'
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