# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Bruce', 'Norris']","narrative":"In the heart of a rainforest, Peyton's life was brutally ended with a hatchet, pulling grizzled Detective Winston into a twisted web of deceit featuring suspects Bruce and Norris.\n\nWinston sat at the rustic wooden table of the steakhouse he frequented, waiting for his weekly interviewee to arrive. He liked to familiarise himself with the locals and their routines, it often helped him with his cases.\n\nA few moments later, in came Bruce. Winston knew him to spend most of his time in the rainforest, mostly alone. In fact, he was out there alone on the time of the dreadful incident. Peyton, Bruce's father, was found in the rainforest with a hatchet wound.\n\n\"Bruce,\" Winston greeted him as he approached their table. The young man nodded in reply. He seemed distracted, perhaps the pressure of the situation was affecting him.\n\nBruce ordered his usual - a steak 'blue'. The regular chef confirmed his order. It wasn't unusual, Bruce preferred his meats raw. Recently at a family barbecue, he was panned a juicy cooked burger but he asked them to peel a fresh, raw version instead. He stated that it tasted more natural, primal to have it uncooked.\n\nIn their conversation, Winston learned about Bruce's handyman skills, and his special affection towards his hatchet. He used his hatchet to do most of his chores in the rainforest, and it was maintained admirably. Unfortunately, it was reported to be missing on the day his father was found dead.\n\nWinston waited for Bruce to finish his meal before they ventured out towards the rainforest. Twilight was settling in, and the sounds of the night were emerging.\n\n\"Did anyone see you leave the forest that day?\" Winston asked, as they ambled along the rainforest trail.\n\n\"No, nobody did. I was alone,\" Bruce replied, his voice barely audible amongst the chorus of rainforest creatures.\n\nWinston nodded, asking no more questions as they walked along the darken path.\n\nWinston put down the photos of the murder scene and decided it was time to converse with Norris. He had to travel to the ferry docks for this. The rainforest, where Peyton was found, was still drenched from the heavy rains just as Winston pulled into the wharf. \n\nLooking at the lineup of ferries floating lazily against the dock, he saw that only one sign pointed towards the rainforest - “Norris’s Ferry”. \n\n“Hello, detective,” Norris hailed Winston from the deck, setting down a heavily used hatchet and a wooden board he was working on. \n\n“Norris, is it? You’ve been a ferry captain for quite some time now?”\n\n“Aye, sir. Many years. Through sun, rain and storm, the waters are like my backyard,” Norris replied.\n\n“And Peyton. I understand he crossed these waters with you just recently?”\n\n“Yeah. On the day of...the incident,” Norris replied, looking inconsolable as he confirmed Winston's words, “We had a bit of an argument.”\n\n“Argument, you say?”\n\nNorris heaved a sigh and grabbed a toolbox near his feet. He opened it revealing a various assortment of tools including the hatchet. Norris took a moment before confessing, “Peyton accused me of a past I’d rather forget. Told everyone on the ferry about my old fraud cases. A harsh reminder of a time I’d long left behind.”\n\nA profound silence fell between them as the seas gurgled rhythmically against the ferry. It looked like Peyton's accusations had stung Norris. \n\nWinston pressed further. “What kind of rumors was Peyton spreading about you?”\n\nNorris glanced away, looking out towards the sea. “Said I wasn’t the man people here thought I was. He tarnished my reputation. Made me a laughing stock.”\n\n“The last time anyone saw Peyton was on your ferry. Do you recall anything unusual?”\n\n“There was that argument, and he seemed distraught. Said he wanted to step away for a bit and enjoy the rainforest. I didn't see him again.”\n\n“And you’re the only ferryman to the rainforest?”\n\n“Yes, detective. However, once we dock, folks usually take their own paths. I don't keep track of them. Peyton was one of them.”\n\n“Well, thank you for your time, Norris.” Winston handed him his card. “I will be in touch if I need anything further.”\n\nAs Winston walked away, he took a last glance at the ferry. Norris had resumed his work. Once again the sound of the hatchet echoed off the water, a solemn reminder of the grim nature of his visit.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

Source: https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/

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