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Chapter 976 Conspiracy (Second update, please subscribe)

In April, the weather was as hot and humid as usual.

Although the rainy season was over, there were frequent showers in the afternoon. Abdul, who had forgotten to bring an umbrella, had to hide under the eaves of a roadside shop to avoid the rain.

While taking shelter under the eaves, Abdul looked into the store. It was a food store. As he had run out of oil at home, he went into the store and quickly found the cottonseed oil with a green logo.

Here, as in Nanyang, cooking oil is blended oil, which is made by mixing lard and vegetable oil in a certain ratio. It is said that this way of eating is healthier. In this case, cottonseed oil with a green label became the only choice for Abdul and his friends.

The rain came quickly and went away quickly. As soon as the rain stopped, Abdul rushed to the community with the oil. Halfway there, it started to rain again. He could only quicken his pace and quickly ran into the lobby of the apartment.

Although the doorway to the hallway was wide open, the smell of mutton still filled the air. At one end of the hallway, there was a colorful poster nailed to the wall, which was a little too big to be hung indoors.

This is a very common poster in apartments everywhere. It shows a happy family: a man, a woman and a child, living happily in a beautiful apartment.

Is this kind of life happy?
Three years ago, when he was in the countryside, Abdul, like many people, dreamed of such a life, so he brought his wife to the city, and everything was just as he dreamed - soon, he moved into a beautiful apartment.

Even now, Abdul still remembers the joy he felt when he first moved into the apartment. There was running water in the kitchen, a gas stove that turned on with a twist of a switch, and even a flush toilet and a solar water heater in the bathroom.

Although the two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment is only 44 square meters, for those who move from the countryside to the city, there is no better house than this. There are green plants and lawns between the buildings.

Moreover, the rent is only 2 yuan per month. Such low rent makes it the first choice for people like Abdul after moving to the city. In fact, it is also the only choice. After all, they do not have a housing cooperative of the Tang people - they only need to pay the cooperative provident fund for 6 months to apply for a house - 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 what he would earn in the countryside.

Abdul's residence was on the fifth floor. Although he was only 22 years old, he climbed very slowly. The narrow stairwell was filled with various smells. When he reached the third floor, he heard sounds coming from the room - women's crying and men's angry curses, and even the sounds of punches and kicks.

In an apartment, such noises are very normal. Are there any men who don't hit women?
No!

However, the soundproofing in the apartment is so poor that the slightest noise can be heard next door. For this reason, even when the couple sleeps in the same bed, they have to be very cautious. Over time, they even lose interest in it.

Every time you go up a floor, there is a poster on the wall facing the corridor, with a picture of a happy family of three. The people in the picture seem to be staring at you, telling you that this kind of happy life is also yours. The text below is: Labor brings happiness.

Labor brings happiness.

Whether in the countryside or in an apartment, you can see such posters - a couple, a child, and they live happily.

This kind of life is what many rural youths dream of. Almost every day, there are young people like Abdul, either single or with their wives and children, coming to the city. In the past few years, nearly 200 million people have moved from the countryside to the city. They work in factories and live in apartments like this.

Finally, Abdul came to the fifth floor. After opening the door, the house was quiet. His wife should still be working overtime. The overtime hours in the garment factory were even longer.

Because his wife was not at home, Abdul could only wait for her to come back and cook dinner. With nothing to do, he walked to the balcony and looked outside.

There are all kinds of noises in the neighborhood at night, including people talking next door and on the opposite building, couples fighting and scolding, and of course babies crying and children making noises. Listening to these noisy sounds, Abdul felt envious - because he had no children.

Abdul smoked silently, his brows furrowed. Although he wanted a child, he found that he had no interest at all.

"What's going on? How about I go to the hospital too?"

While Abdul frowned, wondering what was going on and whether he should see a doctor, in a clinic several kilometers away, Mahathir frowned and muttered from time to time while looking at the information in front of him.

"How could this happen? What happened?"

In the past month, Mahathir has been collecting information. At first, he collected information about female patients. After confirming that most of the women had no physical problems, he turned his attention to male patients. Although most men find it difficult to talk about fertility and are even unwilling to see a doctor, Mahathir still found some medical records.

"Azoospermia? Vas deferens atrophy, testicular atrophy and degeneration..."

After writing down these key symptoms on paper, Mahathir muttered to himself.

“Why do these diseases appear in these people, and… they are all Malays!”

This is the strangest thing about Mahathir. Although the patients’ information is limited, apart from the disease, they all have a common identity - Malays.

"Is there a possibility that this is a disease that can cause infertility?"

“But why is it spreading only among the Malays?”

The continuous questions made Mahathir frown, and he kept writing something there.

Finally, he suddenly seemed to think of something, stood up abruptly, felt a sudden chill on his back, and spoke in a lost voice.

"Yes, could it be some conspiracy? A conspiracy against us?"

An idea even flashed through Mahathir’s mind - poisoning!
Maybe someone is poisoning them!

But the question is, through what channels did they poison?
After this thought came to his mind, Mahathir's heart was filled with waves and his heart began to beat violently, as if he had uncovered a big conspiracy.

But he had only just discovered it and still needed some evidence.

That night, Mahathir did not rest all night. He vaguely realized that he might have discovered a big conspiracy.

"How did they poison you?"

"And what is the purpose of poisoning?"

Mahathir was lying on the bed, thinking about all the possibilities, but he couldn't understand how someone could poison him.
And the poison was administered through an extremely extensive method,
"Could it be that I am wrong?"

The reason why Mahathir thinks so is that in his opinion, there is no medicine that can cause these symptoms, let alone give them to so many people.

"I've never heard of people taking drugs on a large scale. But what caused this?"

Despite his doubts, Mahathir decided to find out. After all, he had sensed the conspiracy hidden in it.

Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.

“So how many people were born here last year? And among those born, how many were Malays?”

People are always curious.

Curiosity always drives people to do unexpected things, and the next day, Mahathir began his investigation.

This time, the direction of his investigation was very clear: the fertility rate…

(End of this chapter)