Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
DANGEROUS QUARRY One little village couldn't have a monopoly on all the bad breaks need investigate this accident. The circumstances obviously are such human error. Hmm. What kind of a shove do you get out of this?" Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City. filing false life and accident claims?" abstracted from empirical data but before I planed out to Granite City to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must be accident-prone. I rejected that one almost immediately. While an accident-prone was gathered together stretched the fabric of reality to the point where even an invisible re-weaver couldn't help it. There was an explanation for the recent rise in the accident rate down there. The rock quarry there had gone into high-level operation. I knew why from the floor, walls, ceiling border, table trimmings in the and exterior decoration eclipsed earlier periods of oak, plastics, wrought iron and baked clay completely. The distinctive grade of granite from Granite City was being put into use all over the planet Yet the rise in accident, compared to the rise in production, was out of all proportion. Furthermore, the work at the quarry could hardly explain the excessive accident reports we had had from the village as far back as our records for any kind of automobile accident from Granite City. I shut off the projector. It may be best to keep an open mind, but I have found in practice that you have to have some kind of working theory which you must proceed to prove is either right or wrong. Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of dollars in false accident claims. Maybe they made their whole livelihood off us before the quarry opened After so many profitable decades, Granite City wasn't going to take copter to Granite City. Something about downdrafts in the mountains. the radar-channel area of the city. Up and down, slowing for curves, flipping into second for the hills. The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a tumble of dingy building blocks tossed in front of a rolled-up indigo sports shirt. That was Granite Mountain in the near foreground. But I remembered that over the course of some forty years the people in these I turned off onto the gravel road, spraying my fenders with a hail of a racket. Then I stepped down hard on my brakes, bracing myself to keep "Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City." like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City." I have made smarter moves in my time. As I approached the house at the end of the lane, I saw it was about the worse construction job I had seen in my life. It looked as architecturally secure as a four-year-old's drawing of his home. The angles were measurably out of line. Around every nail head were two nails bent out of shape and hammered down, and a couple of dozen welts in the siding where the hammer had missed any nail. The paint job was spotty and streaked. Half the panes in the windows were cracked. I fought down the dust in my nose, afraid of the consequences of a sneeze to the place. mistake and put salt into it instead of sugar. "But I mean it knows that there will be, say, a hundred fatal car crashes in a day. But it doesn't know if maybe ninety of them will be "Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita." everybody has chanced to be an accident prone. Some other factor is operating. You are all deliberately faking these falls and fires—" "Or else something is causing you to have this trouble. Maybe the town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills." I shrugged, sorrier than I could let on. "I won't be able to pay for "Yes, I understood you didn't like cars on your streets. At least not the cars of outsiders." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would be to have a gas or oil stove, instead of coal, or to own a bathtub." "Four o'clock," he said. "Roads are treacherous at night." II The quarry was a mess. I couldn't see any in the way they sliced the granite out of the streaked across sharp rocks, blood oozing from beneath heavy rocks, blood smeared on the handles and working surfaces of sledge hammers and tools. The place was as gory as a battlefield. "The reason you have so many accidents here," I said frankly. "I'm from plateau work..." "Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock it isn't even plain granite. Granite City exports some of the finest grade of the stone in the world. And it's used all over the world. We aren't just a bunch of meatheaded ditch diggers—we are craftsmen. We have to figure a different way of getting out every piece of stone." "It's too bad." "What's too bad?" "That you chose the wrong way so often," I said. "If this quarry has anything to do with defrauding Manhattan-Universal, I stayed with my beer and my thoughts. More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster. Crime is a structural flaw in a community, yes. But when the whole society is criminal, distorted, you can't isolate the flaw. The whole village was meat for a sociologist let him figure out why otherwise He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months." granite itself? How do they ship it out?" months, as nearly as I can find out. I may not last that long." "How are you living?" I asked. "If they won't take your checks—" "I do odd jobs for people. They feed me, give me a little money and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City." to have satisfied Allen Pinkerton or John Edgar Hoover. "Okay," I drawled. "I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to you? By any chance, you wouldn't happen to know of a mass fraud they are perpetrating on Manhattan-Universal?" "Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet, climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit. Their psionic senses have been impaired. They are completely devoid of a few recorded cases of supermen, but we have some, a trace. Granite City citizens have no psionic ability whatsoever, not even the little accidents a day—just as these people do . They can't foresee the bump in the road the way we can, or that that particular match will granite heavy concentration and particular pattern of the radioactive radiation in its matrix is responsible for both inhibiting the genes that it be? It's that granite that they are shipping all over the world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination. To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry, putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility they don't see anything so bad about it. Besides, like everybody else,

<question>:
What is the likely cause of the proliferation of accidents in Granite City?

<options>:
A Something about the granite creates an inability to predict when an accident may occur.
B The altitude of the Ozark Mountains impairs the reasoning and logic of the townspeople.
C The foolishness of the city's population.
D The poor construction of the city's buildings and infrastructure.

<answer>:

A