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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":"455cc21b-15b5-5163-9c0a-e17c70817d6a","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--455cc21b-15b5-5163-9c0a-e17c70817d6a","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Sophie', 'Lowell']\",\"narrative\":\"In the quiet crevices of a local library, Stephen's life came to an abrupt end, impaled by a trident; now, it's up to the tenacious Detective Winston to unravel the mystery and discern if Sophie or Lowell are responsible.\\n\\nWinston slowly rubbed his temples, his heart heavy with the burden of another gruesome case that demanded his attention. The victim this time: Stephen, a courageous investigative reporter who had made one too many enemies during his pursuit of justice. Stephen had earned a name investigating and exposing illicit activities; his fearless revelations were the talk of multiple towns and cities. The crime scene was peculiar – a library, out of all places on Earth. The murder weapon? A trident.\\n\\nEvery homicide case left a trail, breadcrumbs that could help Winston form a faint skeleton of who the murderer might be. This time, all paths utterly and confusingly led toward Lowell, the town’s train conductor. A well-known character in his community, Lowell held soirées where he proudly displayed his many antiquities, captivating everyone with his wide collection.\\n\\nThat morning, after gulping down the last dregs of his lukewarm coffee, Winston geared up to pay a visit to Lowell. Lowell was a true bibliophile; this interest took him to the library often, delivering books even before the other staff arrived, quite a regular morning ritual.\\n\\n\\\"What's so captivating about these old items, Lowell?\\\" one guest had asked at one of his soirées. With a glint in his eyes, Lowell had lifted his most prized possession, an antique trident. The reaction he garnered from his circle of acquaintances was always a mix of awe and hypnotic fascination. This was a man with a peculiar admiration for weapons, with tridents being his favourite, much to the fascination and marvel of his acquaintances.\\n\\nApproaching the train station, the sound of an incoming train echoed through the high-ceilinged building. \\n\\n“You must be Lowell,\\\" Winston began, approaching the rail-thin man, who was tending to a run-down stack of worn-out books.\\n\\n\\\"Indeed I am. And you are?\\\" Lowell responded with a tired smile, turning his attention to the dark-suited man.\\n\\n“Detective Winston. I’m here to know more about your routes,” he asked, observing Lowell's weary face. Lowell’s train route famously covered numerous towns, quietly snaking through quaint little outposts and bustling cities, one of which contained the library where Stephen met his untimely demise.\\n\\nLowell's tired eyes turned sorrowful at the mention of Stephen, the brave reporter who had been closing in on his fraudulent trading of antiquities. In fact, Stephen was known for his uncanny ability to unearth and expose illegal activities, and Lowell's illegal trading was on his latest docket. This left Lowell in a precarious position and drowning in debt.\\n\\nWinston held onto these observations, looking into the future with a firm resolve to expose the truth. What he had seen today was just a tip of the iceberg. But as they say, time would tell.\\n\\nWinston didn't quite understand why anyone would want to throw a trident. But then again, Winston didn't understand a lot of things. He didn't understand why Stephen had been murdered in a library with a trident. And he didn't understand why Sophie, a personal trainer preparing for a trident throwing competition, seemed so vague when discussing her knowledge of Stephen.\\n\\n\\\"Stephen was at my gym a lot,\\\" Sophie remarked off-handedly as she loaded weights onto a barbell. \\\"But we weren't exactly buddies or anything.\\\"\\n\\nA few of the other gym-goers tried to engage Sophie on this topic during breaks in their workouts, to no avail. All her clients tried, but none were able to get her to discuss this topic. She expertly brushed them off, returning each time to her task. \\\"My clients and I rarely talk about anything that's not workout related.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Several of your clients mentioned they've tried to friend you on Facebook and follow you on Instagram, but you never respond,\\\" Winston pointed out. Her cold expression gave him the answer he expected. She's seen each request and deliberately left them pending. \\n\\n\\\"Typical. Social media? I see all messages and requests, but I find it... cumbersome.\\\" Sophie admitted, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face as she adjusted her weight lifting gloves.\\n\\nWinston glanced at the vast array of equipment laid out across the gym. \\\"Stephen told me you were a formidable competitor. He was a big fan of trident throwers.\\\"\\n\\nSophie smirked at the comment. \\\"Well, I am quite a pro at trident throwing.\\\"\\n\\nA beat of silence passed, and Winston asked, \\\"Did you know Stephen spent a lot of time in the library?\\\"\\n\\nFor what seemed like the first time since Winston had walked in, Sophie looked away. \\\"I knew his routine alright - gym during the day, library in the evenings. He and I, we didn't talk much... about anything outside the gym. I even knew he'd be at the library that evening of the crime.\\\"\\n\\nSophie's admission startled Winston. \\\"You knew he'd be at the library that evening?\\\"\\n\\nSophie only shrugged, her voice filled with indifference, \\\"Stephen and his books. Everyone knew about his library habits. Especially that evening.\\\"\\n\\nWinston suspiciously eyed the trident that was resting against the wall of the gym. A trident... just like the one found at the murder scene. \\\"That trident over there... Is it yours?\\\"\\n\\nSophie glanced at it and shrugged, \\\"Yeah, it's from here. I and the others have unlimited access to the gym equipment.\\\"\\n\\nIn the end, Winston left the gym with more questions than answers, as Sophie went back to preparing for her competition.\",\"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":[]}