{"kind":"task","effective_mode":"full","benchmark":{"kind":"benchmark","effective_mode":"full","slug":"musr","formal_name":"MuSR","introduction":"MuSR poses multistep soft reasoning problems over algorithmically generated narratives. It has three domains — murder mysteries, object placements and team allocation — and this catalogue imports the murder-mystery set.","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":"noindex","profile":{"resources":[],"task_format":"","scoring":"","metric":"","size":"","answer_access":"","license":"","citation":"","maintainer":"","released":"","why_hard":"","related":[]}},"task_id":"570ff348-35a5-5317-bec4-4e8f5b929e6b","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--570ff348-35a5-5317-bec4-4e8f5b929e6b","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Irving', 'Addison']\",\"narrative\":\"When fitness enthusiast Uma is ominously murdered with a vial of acid at her local gym, it's up to seasoned Detective Winston to unravel the mystery between the two prime suspects, Irving and Addison.\\n\\nDetective Winston sat hunched over the cold steel counter in the diner, specks of rain slowly dripping onto the vinyl seat from his coat. He absently flipped through the case file of Uma, somehow the atmosphere matching the mournful story he was reading.\\n\\nAccording to the notes, Uma was a trainer and part-time script consultant at the same fitness center where Irving, the suspect, also trained. Both typically scheduled their workouts late in the evening, customarily ending when the gym was mostly vacant. The evening Uma met her untimely demise, irrefutable evidence shows Irving stayed later than she did, apparently relishing the solitude. The stark lighting of the closed gym only added to the chilly atmosphere.\\n\\nWinston carefully sipped his coffee, the bitter taste pulling him from his reverie. Grabbing his notepad, he jotted down a few points to discuss with Irving. Apart from his regular gym routine, various aspects of his writing career were catching Winston's eye.\\n\\nIrving was known for his precise work on scripts, specifically for his detailed research into harmful substances, even down to their handling and utilization. His alarmingly realistic work had earned him a strange kind of reputation, though no one could deny it fascinated viewers.\\n\\nGiven this, Uma’s claim that Irving stole her work didn’t seem so far off. Looking closely at her file again, Winston found a direct threat from Uma stating she would expose Irving's deception to the public. It seemed like this plagiarism accusation had Irving on edge, a tension that seemed to whisper of something dangerous. \\n\\nHeading out of the diner, Winston decided to head over to Irving’s apartment. It was a short drive, the buildings looming against the gloomy sky forebodingly, each window alight as though the eyes of some unseen spectators.\\n\\nAs he approached the building, he recalled a report of Irving carrying a vial from his car to his apartment. The vial itself seemed ordinary but combined with his previous online purchases of corrosive substances from a store, it painted a grim picture.\\n\\nUpon reaching the apartment, his observational skills kicked in, the detective noting the absence of lights; Irving had not yet returned home. His mind wandered back to the fitness center, and the reports claiming that Irving usually stayed late rang even truer considering the current time.\\n\\n\\\"Hey, Winston,\\\" barked a voice over the phone, pulling him back to reality. \\n\\n\\\"Irving went home, got caught in the morning traffic. You guess what he drove?\\\"\\n\\nWinston sighed, the picture painfully clear. \\\"I'm guessing it was a car.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Well, today's just full of surprises for you, innit? Yeah, it was the car,\\\" the officer on the other line chuckled before he hung up.\\n\\nWinston leaned against the chilling wall, thoughts whirling around in his mind, the proverbially web becoming denser with each passing moment. Irving had a lot to answer for, and that included what happened the tragic night Uma was murdered.\\n\\nWinston had been to countless crime scenes before, seen unimaginable horrors, yet the fitness center was an unusual one. Uma, one of the well-known fitness enthusiasts had died an inexplicable death. While the cause of her demise was a vial of some sort of acid, the question of 'who?' lingered. He got to work, starting with the first person on his suspect list - Addison, Uma's trainer.\\n\\nAddison was a common sight at the fitness center, employed as a personal trainer. He always had a smile for everyone, but today, his face held a grimace. \\\"Not the best day, huh?\\\" Winston began, attempting to ease into the conversation. \\n\\nAddison shrugged, his customary smile replaced with a glowering look. Winston pondered silently also absorbing the sight of Addison's custom-made suit. Just a few days ago, Addison had showcased it during a workout demonstration at the fitness center. Quite an unlikely expenditure for a trainer, he thought, especially considering the known fact that Addison was not particularly well paid for his occupation.\\n\\n\\\"You remember working with Uma?\\\" Winston questioned. Addison nodded, confirming that Uma was indeed one of his regular clients. He also mentioned how Uma had once publicly praised his honesty. The irony of the statement was not lost on Winston. There were rumors, after all, that it was Uma who had caught Addison stealing expensive equipment from the gym. \\n\\n\\\"Equipment going missing recently?\\\" The question was straightforward, and Addison's look confirmed the hunch. Addison admitted to the gym's problem with missing expensive equipment, his face darkening considerably. The management had also noticed the problem, apparently. Winston suppressed the urge to connect the dots, to voice his suspicions, but rather, he asked brighter questions. Like if Addison ever needed to travel for work, to which the management and Addison himself confirmed that his job did not entail any work-related travel.\\n\\nThere was the security footage, of course. Addison entering the gym, nonchalantly, almost cheerfully, shortly before Uma's death. And more importantly, Addison was present in the fitness center at the time of the murder. That was no secret. And yet all Winston could outwardly do was take in the facts as they came, not utter a word about his growing suspicions. \\n\\n\\\"Quite a suit you've got,\\\" Winston finally commented at the end of their conversation, his gaze traveling over the custom-made suit that Addison had shown off in his recent work presentation. Addison just nodded, a baleful look crossing his face, as Winston, satisfied for the time, bade him goodbye.\",\"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":"noindex","subproblems":[],"grids":[]}