{"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":"6f1f9f12-2fa3-5d18-9146-83999ff8c67b","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--6f1f9f12-2fa3-5d18-9146-83999ff8c67b","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Russell', 'Travis']\",\"narrative\":\"In the heart of a bewildering labyrinth, Isabella met her untimely death from a lethal frog poison; now, it's up to the sharp-witted Detective Winston to unravel a deadly mystery, with Russell and Travis at the centre of his investigation.\\n\\nDetective Winston sat at his desk, cradling a cold cup of coffee in his hands. He exhaled deeply, his weary gaze fixed upon the pile of evidence papers laid out in front of him.\\n\\nRussell. A local poet, renowned for both his artful wordplay and eccentric demeanor. Winston recalled attending a reading Russell held at the local café. Among the works presented was a poem about a labyrinth, a piece that unsettled all present with its vivid detailing. Each line made it seem as if the author held intimate knowledge of this mysterious maze.\\n\\nPulling out his notebook, Winston skimmed the pages until he stumbled upon a note from a conversation he’d had with Russell shortly after Isabella's death. Russell had seemed visibly distressed during that exchange, a reaction to a heightened argument they've endured together in the labyrinth earlier that day. According to Russell during their encounter, Isabella had threatened to expose a secret to the authorities, a secret that involved some grave mistakes from Russell's past.\\n\\nAs Winston set aside his notebook, a promotional flyer for Russell’s poetry reading found its way into his hands. Intriguingly, this performance had occurred on the very day of Isabella's unfortunate poisoning.\\n\\nFlipping back through his memories, Winston contemplated on his earlier investigations into Russell's background. The poet had lived a life of adventure before settling into the local town--having trekked to many exotic corners of the world. His fondness for the strange and unique influenced his writing, including several poems dedicated to exotic creatures, such as the poison-arrow frog.\\n\\nA printout of a photograph from an online source rested among the case files on Winston's desk. The image depicted Russell, standing proudly next to his illustrious collection of exotic animals, including a concentration of poison-arrow frogs. Word had it that Russell was not only interested in these deadly amphibians but also knowledgeable in extracting their lethal poison.\\n\\nReturning the photo to the pile, Winston could feel some weight lifting from his heart. All the pieces lined up--Russell's poems, his extensive travels, and his problematic history with Isabella. Winston was convinced that Russell knew more about both the labyrinth and Isabella’s death than he was admitting.\\n\\nHis attention drew towards the labyrinth, a stone's throw away. The maze was teeming with mysteries and undiscovered corners. Time to decipher what Russell perceived in that confounding maze. Restoring his resolve, Winston picked up his jacket and head out towards the labyrinth's inviting entrance.\\n\\nWinston looked at the facts spread across his desk. Isabella, a seasoned investigator, was to service a search warrant on Travis's tattoo parlor. Winston craved for that tattooed tight-lipped Travis to spill. He was hoping for a lead, a spark, something to light up this utter darkness of evidence.\\n\\n\\\"Request of service detail or better yet, harassment?\\\" Winston found himself talking to the desolate walls of his office, his mind was more focused on the black and white papers binding Travis to Isabella's death.\\n\\nTaking a firm grip on his coat, Winston carried himself to Travis's tattoo shop. As soon as he entered, he noticed the deserted nature of it. Empty chairs, vacant stalls, the evidence of Travis's lost clientele due to Isabella's investigation was blatantly evident.\\n\\n\\\"Prior to this... investigation, your tattoo shop seemed to be doing pretty well, Travis,\\\" Winston clicked his tongue. \\n\\nTravis scoffed, \\\"Yeah, that's an understatement, detective. All thanks to your beloved deceased. She had it out for me, ya know.\\\" His gaze fixed on a collection of inks, each vial more exotic than the next, glistening under the workshop's fluorescent tube lights.\\n\\n\\\"Her motive was to strip me bare till there was nothing left,\\\" he continued. \\\"My reputation... my livelihood… my specialty in exotic animal inks for tattoos, everything was at stake.\\\"\\n\\nHis eyes lingered on a particular ink a little longer. The label read 'poison dart frog ink'. Winston suddenly remembered their frustrating attempts to trace the unanswered calls listed in the notebook they had found in Travis' possession. A notebook full of numbers that went unanswered or unreturned.\\n\\n\\\"And what about this list of numbers?\\\" Detective Winston asked, holding up the notebook, reminding of the police's exhaustive investigations to trace them.\\n\\nTravis looked a little taken aback, “Oh, that. Ha, nothing of concern there, detective,” Travis shook his head, merging a sad smile with his wearied face.\\n\\nGoing over the facts, Winston visualized what this underground circle could be: Travis, a reputed tattoo artist, specializing in tattoos using a borrowed spectrum of exotic animal inks. He eyed the poisonous dart frog ink once more. His gaze came back to the man across the table. Dejected and slowly losing control of his own narrative, but broadly denying all allegations.\\n\\nUpon Travis confirming the ownership of the notebook, Winston moved on, \\\"It's no lie that Isabella wanted to expose your illegal activity, but why? Was she afraid you might harm someone with this?\\\" pointing to the collection of inks, \\\"Or there’s something else she had on you?\\\"\\n\\nTravis fell silent, locking his eyes onto a blank wall, \\\"There were things that she couldn't possibly understand, Winston.\\\" He managed to let out after a beat, \\\"Things I didn't want out.\\\"\\n\\nWinston rose from his chair, leaving Travis alone with his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine, the web of evidence was slowly getting spun around him - his reputation, his cliental loss, the notebook filed with numbers the police had failed to trace, and his special palette of exotic inks; all pieces of a puzzle, waiting to fall in their place.\",\"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":[]}