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It has three domains — murder mysteries, object placements and team allocation — and this catalogue imports all three domains, 756 problems in total.","introduction_ja":"","introduction_en":"","category":"Category not supplied","task_count":null,"acquisition_status":"Acquisition status not supplied","official_url":"https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/","indexing_mode":"index","profile":{"resources":[],"task_format":"","scoring":"","metric":"","size":"","answer_access":"","license":"","citation":"","maintainer":"","released":"","why_hard":"","related":[],"history":"","construction":"","limitations":"","saturation":"","scores":[]}},"task_id":"34268fb7-338c-5cd5-8e05-0b7d5e1bc0be","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--34268fb7-338c-5cd5-8e05-0b7d5e1bc0be","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Tiffany', 'Theresa']\",\"narrative\":\"In the heart of a brawling wrestling ring, Cecil lay lifeless, a bullet his final opponent, marking the onset of a complex investigation for Detective Winston with suspects Tiffany and Theresa under the spotlight.\\n\\nWinston lit a cigarette and took a moment to stare at the wrestling ring. The ropes held weighty silence, which is the exact opposite of what they were intended for. A far cry from the usual cheers and energy which should have filled the stadium that night as Cecil was scheduled to wrestle. \\n\\nExiting the stadium, Winston eased himself into his car and navigated the streets toward the home of Theresa, the victim's ex-girlfriend. As he made his way, he noticed a billboard with Cecil's face on it, advertising a recent public event where Cecil had appeared with a different woman, acknowledging their new relationship for the first time. \\n\\nHe stopped at a red light and tried to shake off an image of Theresa and Cecil together. Scrolling through social media on her phone, Theresa gasping with surprise, throwing the phone across the room, suffering, alone...\\n\\n\\\"Focus, Winston,\\\" he whispered to himself as he stopped in front of a house. As he rang the doorbell, he couldn't help but remember a detail he had come across while going through the night of the murder. Theresa was seen entering the wrestling ring that night, and to talk to Cecil, or so she claimed.\\n\\n\\\"Detective, you here for Theresa?\\\" a middle-aged woman opened the door and asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. \\n\\n\\\"Actually, I'm here to talk with her about Cecil,\\\" Winston handed the woman his card.\\n\\n\\\"I suppose you'll want to know about this.\\\" She motioned for him to follow her up the stairs to Theresa's room. The woman, who happened to be Theresa's mother, and a police officer, pointed towards a certificate. \\n\\n\\\"That is from a gun safety course she attended last year,\\\" she said. \\\"A course I insisted my little girl to take once she borrowed my off-duty pistol.\\\" \\n\\nStrange, Winston thought, as Theresa's mom changed the topic. She mentioned that Theresa had tried to get back together with Cecil time and again, but only to face rejection each time.\\n\\n\\\"She was emotionally charged that night and failed to hide it,\\\" her mother sighed. \\\"Being around Cecil wasn't easy for my girl, you understand, right?\\\" \\n\\nWinston gave a curt nod, mind gathering threads, weaving possibilities, but never concluding. He concluded his conversation, thanked Theresa's mother for her time, and walked out to his car. It was just another puzzle piece in this mysterious jigsaw he was tarrying to make sense of - A flower girl, a wrestling match, and an unexpected turn of love.\\n\\nWinston rubbed his temples, a familiar migraine beginning to make its presence known. He gathered the crime scene photos; among the images was a picture of a pistol found hidden within the bar. Authorities had confirmed it as the murder weapon for Cecil's death. He gave them another look and with a resigned sigh, shoved them into a drawer. Cecil's death had stirred up the city like nothing he had ever seen. Killed right in the middle of a wrestling match. Well, not quite in the middle. The match had ended late at Tiffany's bar where Cecil had been a referee.\\n\\nHe sank into the battered chair in front of Tiffany, taking in her imposing figure. Tiffany, a woman who was frequently seen by patrons at the bar, not only when she was working her bartending shifts but also sharing drinks with her boyfriend too. She was a fixture here, familiar to all patrons. The wrestling match had occurred at her bar that night, and according to the countless depositions, she was often seen at the bar, tidying up even during wrestling matches. \\n\\n\\\"So you were at the bar when the wrestling match ended?\\\" Winston asked, breaking the silence. \\n\\n\\\"Yes.\\\" She replied curtly. \\\"I work every night.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Even on the nights of the wrestling matches?\\\" Winston inquired casually.\\n\\n\\\"Yes, even then. Business is business.\\\" Tiffany responded, avoiding eye contact.\\n\\nWinston took out his notepad and began to scribble something. \\\"What do you do here after the bar closes?\\\"\\n\\nTiffany shifted in her seat, \\\"Well, after the wrestling match, I clean up, I am typically the last person here since I am the only one who takes care of the cleaning.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Did you see anyone else around when you were leaving?\\\" Winston asked purposely vague. \\n\\nTiffany hesitated, \\\"Well...a regular customer saw me meet with someone after closing. Shifty, he called him. He wasn't anyone I thought to worry about, just an old friend.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"So you didn’t know that according to the same regular customer who saw you outside, this 'Shifty' character had multiple outstanding warrants for his arrest?” Winston pressed. \\n\\nTiffany blazed red but didn't respond. Opting to change the subject, Winston asked about her conceal carry permit.\\n\\n\\\"Yes, I applied for a permit a while back.\\\" She admitted, glancing warily at the photos Winston laid out on the table, a picture of the pistol found concealed within the bar's refuse as though tossed away in a hurry.\\n\\n\\\"Any reason as to why?\\\" Winston asked nonchalantly.\\n\\n\\\"There's a lot of undesirable elements floating around here detective, a girl's got to feel safe,\\\" she said, avoiding his gaze. \\n\\nWinston nodded, scribbling down another note. He leaned back in his chair, gaze focused on Tiffany, \\\"Patrons have frequently shared stories of overheard gang-related conversations between you and your boyfriend whenever you're here. Care to explain that?\\\"\\n\\nTiffany stiffened, \\\"We talk about a lot of things detective, that doesn't mean we're doing anything illegal.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"I see.\\\" Winston concluded, rising from his chair. Winston knew he had to return to the precinct. There were still interviews to conduct and leads to chase. The facts were piling up and creating an unsettling picture. But it was up to the jury now to decide who was the murderer and who was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.\",\"question\":\"Who is the most likely murderer?\"}","display_format":"text","language":"","answer_status":"published","assets":[],"source_url":"https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/","history":"initial import","indexing_mode":"index","subproblems":[],"grids":[]}