Chapter 976 Conspiracy (Second update, please subscribe)
In April, the weather was as sultry as ever.
Although the rainy season has ended, it often rains in the afternoon. Abdul, who forgot to bring an umbrella, had to hide under the eaves of a roadside shop to avoid the rain.
While taking shelter under the rain eaves, Abdul took a look inside the store. It was a food store. Thinking that he had finished the oil at home, he entered the store and found it quickly. Got cottonseed oil with a green label.
Like Nanyang, the cooking oil here is all blended oil - lard and vegetable oil are blended in a certain proportion. I heard that this way of eating is healthier. In this case, cottonseed oil with a green logo became Abdul's only choice.
The shower came and went quickly. As soon as the rain stopped, Abdul carried the oil and rushed to the community. It started raining again halfway, so he could only speed up his pace and ran into the apartment quickly. hall.
Although the door to the foyer is wide open, there is still a smell of mutton. At one end of the hall, there is a colorful poster nailed to the wall, which is a little too big to hang indoors.
This is a poster that is very common in apartments everywhere. It shows a happy family: a man, a woman and a child, living happily in a beautiful apartment.
Is this life happy?
Three years ago, when he was in the countryside, Abdul, like many people, longed for such a life, so he brought his wife to the city, and everything turned out as he had dreamed - soon, He moved into a beautiful apartment.
Even to this day, Abdul still remembers the joy of moving into an apartment for the first time. There was running water in the kitchen, a gas stove that lit up at the touch of a button, and even a flushing toilet and solar water heater in the bathroom. .
Although the two-bedroom apartment is only 44 square meters, for these people who come to the city from the countryside, there is no better house than this. Green plants and grass.
And the rent is only 2 yuan per month. Such low rent makes it the first choice for people like Abdul when they come to the city. In fact, it is also the only choice. After all, they don’t have the wealth of Tang people. Housing cooperatives - You only need to pay six months of cooperative provident funds, and you can apply for a residence - a two-and-a-half-story small building, but that belongs to the Tang people and has nothing to do with them.
However, Abdul is still very satisfied with his current life. At least he has a job. Although he needs to work more than ten hours a day, the income from this job is more than ten times that of working in rural areas. income.
Abdul’s residence is on the fifth floor. Although he is only twenty-two years old, he climbs very slowly. The narrow stairwell is filled with various smells. When he reaches the third floor At this time, I heard sounds coming from the room - women's cries and men's violent curses, and even the sound of punches and kicks could be heard.
In an apartment, such noises are normal. Are there any men who don't hit women?
No!
However, the sound insulation in the apartment is so poor that even the slightest movement can be transmitted to the next door. For this reason, even when the couple sleeps in the same bed, they are cautious. Over time, they even lose interest.
On every floor, there is a poster on the wall facing the corridor, which depicts a happy family of three. The people in the painting seem to be staring at you, telling you that this kind of happy life is also What you have. The text below reads: Labor brings happiness.
Labor brings happiness.
Whether in the countryside or in an apartment, you can see such posters - a couple and a child, living happily.
This kind of life is what many rural young people long for. Almost every day, young people like Abdul come to the city, either single or with their wives and children. In the past few years, During the year, almost 2 million people came to the city from the countryside. They work in factories and live in apartments like this.
Finally, Abdul arrived on the fifth floor. After opening the door, the house was quiet. His wife should still be working overtime, and the garment factory worked longer hours.
Because his wife was not at home, Abdul could only wait for his wife to come back and cook dinner. With nothing to do, he walked to the balcony and looked outside.
There are all kinds of sounds in the community at night. There are people talking next door and upstairs across the street, and there are also the sounds of couples beating and scolding. Of course, there are also the sounds of babies crying and children making noises. Listening to these noisy sounds, Abdul felt envious in his heart - because he had no children.
Smoking silently, Abdul's brows knitted together. Although he wanted children, he found that he had no interest at all.
"What's going on? How about I go to the hospital to have a look?"
When Abdul frowned and thought about what was going on and whether he should find a doctor, In a clinic a few kilometers away, while looking at the information in front of him, Mahathir frowned and muttered from time to time.
“How could this happen? What is going on?”
In the past month, Mahathir has been collecting information. At the beginning, he collected After confirming that most of the female patients had no physical problems, he turned his target to male patients. Although most men are reluctant to talk about childbirth and even refuse to see a doctor, Mahathir still found some medical records.
"Azoospermia? Vas deferens atrophy, testicular atrophy and degeneration..."
After writing these key symptoms on paper with a pen, Mahathir said to himself.
“Why do these diseases appear in these people, and... they are all Malays!”
This is the strangest thing about Mahathir, even though the patient’s Information is limited, but apart from disease, they also share a common identity - Malays.
"Is there a possibility that this is a disease that can cause infertility?"
"But why is it only spreading among Malays?"
A series of questions , making Mahathir’s brows furrowed as he wrote something there from time to time.
At the end, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He stood upright suddenly, felt a sudden cold on his back, and said in silence.
"Yes, could it be some kind of conspiracy? Is it a conspiracy against us?"
An idea even flashed in Mahathir's mind - poisoning!
Maybe someone is poisoning them!
But the question is, through what channels did they poison?
After this idea came to his mind, Mahathir felt waves of excitement in his heart, and his heart beat violently, as if he had uncovered a big conspiracy.
But he has just discovered it and needs some evidence.
That night, Mahathir didn't rest all night. He had a vague realization that he might have discovered a big conspiracy.
“How did they inject the poison?”
“And what was the purpose of the poison?”
Mahatti lying on the bed Well, just thinking about all the possibilities, I really can't understand, how could someone poison me?
And it was poisoned through an extremely wide range of means,
"Could it be that I thought wrong."
The reason why Mahathir feels this way is because in his opinion, there are no drugs that can cause these diseases, and besides, they are still taken by so many people.
“I have never heard of people taking medicine on a large scale. But what caused all this?”
Despite the doubts in his heart, Mahathir decided To find out. After all, he had already sensed the atmosphere of conspiracy hidden in it.
Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.
"So how many people were born here last year? How many of those born were Malays?"
People are always curious.
Curiosity always drives people to do something unexpected. The next day, Mahathir began his investigation.
This time the direction of his investigation is very clear, which is the fertility rate...
(End of this chapter)