{"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":"6f110639-fb62-51de-9bce-7ab2c5f7d38a","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--6f110639-fb62-51de-9bce-7ab2c5f7d38a","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Gregory', 'Madelyn']\",\"narrative\":\"In the neon-lit labyrinth of a local jazz club, the melody of intrigue rises as Detective Winston interrogates Gregory and Madelyn following the fatal twist of a dagger finding home in Abigail's heart.\\n\\nWinston sat quietly, eyes closed as the melodic tunes of the jazz band echoed around the club. This was the last place Abigail had been alive, an exciting and lively jazz club just around the block from the auction house. Gregory often found solace in the live music after a long day of auctioneering.\\n\\nThis was not exactly how Winston had pictured an auctioneer — the eccentric hairstyles and the ever-changing eye color almost seemed out of place. It was a trendy hair salon, where Gregory was seen frequently, the very place where he picked up the hottest hairstyle every week.\\n\\nAs the auction closed, Gregory was seen stepping out from the auction house appearing somewhat relieved. Revenge in the air as Abigail had been on the edge of revealing a secret that would cripple Gregory's career as an auctioneer forever. The quiet murmurs of the patrons in the auction hall only escalating the tension.\\n\\nWinston ventured towards the auction house the following day. As the day turned into evening, Gregory arrived carrying a small bag. He was approached by the security guard who nodded in recognition, allowing the auctioneer inside with no questions asked. So, Gregory indeed had access to the auction house and its collections after hours.\\n\\nWinston found himself hovering around the dagger collection. One in particular caught his eye, it was remarkably similar to the one used to murder Abigail. Gregory had auctioned a similar one on the night of the murder. \\n\\nHe contemplated this later walking down the street, passing a storefront when something caught his eye. It was a small shop selling colored contacts. Looking at the CCTV footage, Winston recognized Gregory purchasing some colored contacts at the store. And just like his trendy hairstyles, Gregory's eye color seemed to change every few days. \\n\\nAs the evening deepened, Gregory was seen leaving the auction house and stepping into the jazz club. The same sequence of events that had taken place on the night of Abigail's murder. \\n\\n\\\"Mister Gregory, can I have a word with you?\\\" Winston approached the auctioneer later that night, finding him in the dimly lit jazz club. Gregory accepted with a nod.\\n\\n\\\"So, you're a frequenter, I heard?\\\" Winston made lighthearted conversation.\\n\\n\\\"Only after each auction, detective.\\\" Gregory answered coolly. No signs of guilt, only a man enjoying his evening with his familiar jazz music.\\n\\n\\\"Must be nice, being an auctioneer, seeing all sorts of precious things come and go.\\\"\\n\\nGregory chuckled, \\\"Quite so, detective. Keeps the job exciting.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"And the jazz club, just around the corner. Convenient, isn't it?”\\n\\n“Indeed,” Gregory concluded cryptically. Winston left him at that, gathering his coat and calling it a night. There was some catching up to do and a murderer to catch.\\n\\nWinston turned the crime scene photos over and over in his mind. The jazz club was bustling, alive with music, laughter, and the chatter of living souls. Between the shadowy saxophone player and the wisps of smoky haze, the rolling melodies echoed cries for the one lost – Abigail.\\n\\nWinston sighed and rose from his chair, reaching for his coat. In one corner of the crime scene picture, a glimmering dagger caught his eye, a seemingly misplaced relic amidst the modern jazz club surroundings. With an imminent late-night visit to the scene, he prepared for his encounter with Madelyn.\\n\\nArriving at Madelyn's office after her return from a late-night meeting across town, he waited patiently as she packed her files into a briefcase, still working after a long day. \\n\\n\\\"Busy day?\\\" He asked, glancing at her overflowing case. \\n\\n\\\"Always is, Detective - high-conflict cases aren't known for their simplicity. Goes with the territory I suppose, and constant travelling to take care of these cases, of course,\\\", she sighed, heaving her bag onto her shoulder and motioning for Winston to follow her towards the elevator. \\n\\nIn the limbo between floors, Winston studied Madelyn. The fine lines creasing her forehead and the dull tiredness in her eyes spoke volumes of late nights in the office and constant travelling. \\n\\n\\\"Coffee?\\\" She asked, sitting heavily into her chair in the dimly lit room, motioning to a nearby coffee pot. \\n\\n\\\"No thanks, just want to be clear on some things,\\\" Winston said, refusing the siren call of caffeine. \\n\\n\\\"On that dagger incident, you mean? It's an antique from my collection. Some kind of sick joke, I suppose.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Niche hobby, isn't it?\\\" Winston remarked calmly.\\n\\n\\\"History unfolds with every piece from the past – it's actually quite intriguing if you take the time to dive in,\\\" she replied, looking beyond Winston into her past with a distant gaze.\\n\\nConversation shifted to the late Abigail with a heavy tone, feeling more like a performance than genuine grief. Madelyn bitterly explained how the two of them used to be good friends until they fell out over a huge debt she unfortunately borrowed from Abigail. \\n\\n\\\"She was threatening to drag me to the court and make my debt public... Just imagine the public humiliation, \\\" she confessed with a shake of the head, her eyes reflecting a mixture of resentment and fear. \\\"And let’s not forget that winning lawsuit could’ve spelled financial ruin for me. It terrified me.\\\"\\n\\nIn the quiet of her office, the soft ticking of the clock echoed with each second. The room absorbed her words, casually dancing around the real question Winston was going to ask. Just as he was about to probe further, a distant melody caught his ear. The melody spelt jazz and Madelyn noticed his interest.\\n\\n\\\"The club? Oh, it's just about 10 minutes from here. I can hear them sometimes when I work late, or when I return from late-night meetings.\\\" Madelyn said, almost wistful. The jazz notes from distance seemed to play a mournful tribute for the late Abigail as Winston thanked Madelyn for her time and left her office.\",\"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":[]}