On the seventh day of the honeymoon, Li Qiang felt he couldn't hold on much longer.
The newlywed wife Xiaofang 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—all bear traces of their entanglement.
Li Qiang was initially quite pleased with himself, thinking he had married a gem. But by the tenth day, he started having dark circles under his eyes and walking unsteadily. By the fifteenth day, he could only lie in bed at his wife's mercy, muttering repeatedly, 'I can't take it anymore... really can't take it anymore...'
On the morning of the twentieth day, Xiao Fang woke up to find her husband had stopped breathing.
The doctor’s diagnosis was “acute mental collapse with a cardiovascular incident.” The neighbors privately gossiped, all saying Li Qiang had been “fucked to death” by his wife. Xiao Fang, however, remained astonishingly calm. She interred her husband’s body, but before the cremation she did something that horrified everyone—she personally cut off that huge YJ of Li Qiang’s that she loved most.
After returning home, she carefully washed it, air-dried it, tied it with a red string, and hung it right in the center of the bedroom wall.
Since then, every morning when Xiao Fang got up and every night when she went to bed, she would walk over to the wall, gently stroke and kiss that thing that had already lost its warmth, speaking softly as if she were treating her husband, who was still alive:
"Husband, I miss you so much today too..."
"You’re still so energetic..."
And so the days passed one by one.
Next door lived a single man named Zhang Wei. He had long had designs on 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 sight of that thing hanging on the wall. He was stunned on the spot.
That night, Zhang Wei started taking 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,' kissing, caressing, and sometimes even pressing against it and rubbing a few times. Zhang Wei held his breath next door, feeling both thrilled and scared, yet couldn't help but cooperate again and again.
Such days lasted for over half a month.
Zhang Wei grew bolder, sometimes gently thrusting. Xiao Fang simply took it as 'hubby's spirit manifesting' and became even more immersed. Until one night, she suddenly stopped, staring at that thing for a long time.
The next morning, Xiaofang took a sharp little knife and walked to the wall.
She gently stroked twice, then raised her hand and brought the knife down—
With a “pfft” sound, that thing was cut off at the root.
A piercing 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 own 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 Xiao Fang had already packed up almost everything. Carrying her suitcase to the door, she looked back at that wall and said softly:
“Baby, we have to move...”
After saying that, she left without looking back.
Later, the police found Zhang Wei in the next room, having lost too much blood, along with the hole in the wall. The case was classified as 'accidental injury' because Xiaofang 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 of her new home.
Some also said that she later remarried, and her new husband quickly suffered a mental breakdown as well.
It’s just that this time, the hole that appeared in the wall, no one dared to touch it again.
After leaving the old neighborhood, Xiaofang moved into a quieter residential building in the southern part of the city. The new home had good lighting, and the bedroom walls were clean and smooth. She rehung the 'treasures' she had 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 surface calm.
During the day, she worked as a cashier at the supermarket. After returning home in the evening, the first thing she did was still to walk to the wall, gently stroke and kiss it, whispering a few intimate words. The neighbors only thought of her as a quiet young widow; no one knew what was hanging in her room.
Half a year later, Xiaofang met a new man.
The man's name was 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 dated for two months before getting married. In the first week of marriage, Chen Jian learned what a "sweet burden" meant. Xiao Fang's passion hadn't diminished at all due to her widowhood; instead, it intensified. Chen Jian could manage at first, but by the second week, he was begging for mercy every night. By the third week, he showed clear signs of physical exhaustion.
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 objects of different sizes hung side by side, like some bizarre ornament.
Life went on.
Xiaofang wasn't in a hurry to find the next one. She became more cautious and started observing the men around her. Until a year later, she met the third one—a seemingly energetic, self-proclaimed 'very physically fit' fitness trainer.
After marriage, the coach quickly verified just how good his 'physical strength' really was.
Three months later, there was a third one on the wall.
Rumors began to spread in the community.
Some say this woman brings misfortune to her husbands, some say she keeps unclean things in her room. Bolder people remembered the case in the old neighborhood, vaguely linking the two incidents. But without evidence, the police just made routine inquiries and then dropped it.
What truly 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 that he was healthy and had a regular routine, before agreeing to date. In the first two months of marriage, Liu Ming barely managed with his youth and regular exercise, but by the third month, he began to suffer from 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.” Liu Ming, however, 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:
"You're all here... that's great..."
Liu Ming froze in place on the spot.
He made no noise, instead beginning to pretend to sleep, observing for several consecutive nights. 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 and sent it to a doctor friend he knew privately. When the results came out, the doctor's expression was even worse than his.
“This is... real.”
Liu Ming aguanta and didn’t faint.
He went home, hung the three things back up, and sat alone on the sofa smoking an entire pack of cigarettes. He wanted to call the police, but was afraid he would get caught up in something even more troublesome; he wanted to run away, but found that Xiaofang had quietly taken away both his ID documents and bank card.
Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Xiao Fang returned home early.
Seeing her husband's pale face and the floor littered with cigarette butts, she simply 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 are all my husbands. They left too suddenly, so I could only keep the most important parts with me."
"You... don't think it's scary?" Liu Ming's voice trembled.
“Scary?” Xiao Fang tilted her head and thought for a moment. “For me, they’re still there. As long as they’re hanging on the wall, they’re still there.”
Liu Ming was completely unable to say anything.
That night, Xiaofang didn't ask him to do anything more. 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. Xiaofang did not resist. Just before being taken away, she glanced back at the three objects on the wall and said softly:
"You all wait for me to come back."
During the interrogation, she confessed to everything, including 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 just 'preserving evidence of love' and had no murder motive—those men really did die of natural causes.
The forensic examination also supported this: the cause of death for all previous husbands was 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 neighbor incident).
Those items 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. Those wall holes that had once appeared were uniformly filled and painted. No one mentioned them again, and no one dared to dig randomly in their own walls anymore.
Only occasionally would new residents moving 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 spread 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 partner.
No one knows the truth.
The only thing that can be determined is—
On those two walls where holes had once been dug out, no one dared to easily drive nails or hang decorations afterward, let alone, in the dead of night, extend their body into any hole of unknown origin.
Because once some holes appear, they remain forever in people's memories.
And some women, once pushed to extremes by desire, make everyone close to them reconsider the true meaning of the word 'companionship.'
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