The voices in the crowd rose and fell one after another. The woman couldn't see anything through the car glass behind her. She was pretending to be reserved, tilting her head as if she was thinking, as if she just inadvertently left a charming profile for the camera opposite her. But right behind, on the woman's bare and smooth back, a wriggling, maggot-like white insect slowly extended its tentacles from the woman's skin, and was then pressed back by the woman calmly, leaving only a little red mole.