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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":"727faa25-d724-5a9f-8c96-215b98df5625","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--727faa25-d724-5a9f-8c96-215b98df5625","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Troy', 'Bethany']\",\"narrative\":\"When a friendly game of paintball turns fatal with the shocking grenade murder of Ana, seasoned Detective Winston sets out to uncover the hidden truths that lie behind the friendly faces of Troy and Bethany.\\n\\nWinston glanced back over his shoulder as the echo of paintball gunfire filled the air. The field glistened beneath the afternoon sun as a reminder of what once was the playground of harmless games. Now an eerie reminder of Ana's demise.\\n\\nSurveying the area, Winston noticed a familiar figure in the distance, the outline of Troy, busy in conversation with a group of locals. Troy had a distinctive air about him, a missionary who traveled the globe. He seemed always ready to pack his bags and head off to the next mission. His relationships, both professional and personal, were as temporary as his mission assignments.\\n\\n\\\"Winston!\\\" Troy called out as he saw the detective approach. He quickly wound up his conversation, ending another flitting relationship, and moved to greet him.\\n\\n\\\"We meet again, Winston,\\\" said Troy. \\n\\n\\\"Yes, we do. You move around quite a bit, don't you, Troy?\\\" Winston asked.\\n\\n\\\"Will of the call, I suppose. As you know, the mission assignments don't last for very long. I come and go as the need arises. Just like tonight... I am eager to depart to my new destination.\\\"\\n\\nWinston nodded, \\\"Ana did hold quite a position in this community, didn't she?\\\"\\n\\nTroy squirmed a bit, \\\"Yes, she did hold the ultimate authority around here... and sometimes... it's rather... blocking,\\\" he disclosed rather uncomfortably.\\n\\n\\\"And you have been in war-torn areas as part of your mission work, haven't you?\\\" continued Winston. \\n\\n\\\"Yes. Yes, I have,\\\" Troy confessed, a shadow of uneasiness crossing over his face, \\\"I was asked to help deal with some... things,\\\" Troy paused and then added, \\\"like explosives.\\\"\\n\\nWinston continued to stare at him while he spoke, his words sounding like a confession. Still, he remembered the black market weapons site Troy was spotted browsing. \\\"Quite a history you have, Troy. From relationships to missions, everything has a short lifespan it seems.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"But surely, you must understand, Winston. My journey is driven by divine visions... dreams... prophetic even,\\\" Troy countered. \\\"It's these visions...they've shown me that I’m destined to ascend in the rank, to a position like Ana's.\\\"\\n\\nWinston blinked, taken aback. \\\"You think you deserve Ana's position?\\\"\\n\\nTroy nodded confessing, \\\"Maybe it's audacious of me, but yes, I believe I do.\\\"\\n\\nAs Winston got into his car later that night, Troy's words about deserving Ana's position kept ringing in his ears. He grimaced and put the car in drive. It was going to be a long night.\\n\\nThe day was hot, blistering under the late summer sun. The ominous field, notorious for being not only the town's beloved paintball venue but also the crime scene where Ana had been found, buzzed with the adrenaline-infused excitement of an ongoing paintball match. The air smelled of both fresh earth and the grim history of the location. Detective Winston stood at the edge of the blood-stained playfield, studying the dynamics of the game, where both Bethany and the ill-fated Ana had registered to play.\\n\\nA young woman with windblown hair and a look of absolute determination on her face charged across the field, a steady rain of paintballs exploding around her. Her name was Bethany, Ana's best friend, and unbeknownst to many, her unrequited lover. Winston had read all about her in the case files.\\n\\nAs the game ended and the players congregated to chat and catch their breath, Winston approached Bethany. Her eyes were still bright with the adrenaline of the game, but they dimmed slightly when she saw him. \\n\\n\\\"Howdy, Miss. I'm Detective Winston. Can I talk with you for a moment?\\\"\\n\\nBethany nodded but there was hesitance in it. They retreated from the laughter and the noise, heading towards a grove of trees bordering the field. Once they were far enough to be out of earshot, Bethany rounded on him.\\n\\n\\\"You're here about Ana, aren't you?\\\"\\n\\nIn her voice, Winston heard the threads of grief, but underneath it all was a tangible hint of obsession. According to her friends, talking about Ana was Bethany's habitual way of coping. Bethany's story was compelling, from her military background to her serving duties at the local base, known for its hefty supply of grenades - a dangerous knowledge she was specifically trained for.\\n\\n\\\"Yes, about Ana... It must have been hard for you. I heard you two were close.\\\" \\n\\nBethany's face scrunched at that. \\\"Close? Ana was... she was everything to me. I told her as much. But she... she just saw me as a friend.\\\" She added the last bit in so softly, Winston had to incline his head to hear.\\n\\nTrying to divert from the topic, he commented. \\\"That was a good game you played back there. You and Ana... same team I presume?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"You could say that,\\\" she replied grinning. \\\"All of us were here, in the very same game, believing that it's just another fun day. Though Ana was always the one who wanted to win. I even followed her around everywhere to learn how she played.\\\"\\n\\nWinston glanced at his watch. The time of the paintball game coincided with the exact time when Ana was found. A chilling coincidence he couldn't ignore.\\n\\n\\\"Well, thank you for your time, Bethany. I hope we can chat again soon.\\\"\\n\\nAs he turned to leave, Bethany called out one last thing.\\n\\n\\\"Detective Winston? We all loved Ana... Some of us more than others.\\\"\\n\\nAs Winston walked towards his car, his mind replayed those words over and over again. It was just another piece of the puzzle... and another step closer to finding out what really happened to Ana.\",\"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":[]}