{"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":"7fd28529-54b0-5929-bf20-7df2f8613afb","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--7fd28529-54b0-5929-bf20-7df2f8613afb","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Warren', 'Mia']\",\"narrative\":\"In the opulent backdrop of a luxury restaurant, Emma's life ends abruptly with a shot from a pistol; The task to untangle this tangled web falls onto the diligent shoulders of Detective Winston, with Warren and Mia topping his list of suspects.\\n\\nWinston left the luxury restaurant, the scent of the recently cooked. He had just finished getting the report from the establishment confirming that only Mia had booked the private dining area the previous night. Emma, an emerging political whiz-kid, had been found dead on the lavish dining table.\\n\\n\\\"Mia,\\\" Winston muttered to himself whilst turning his car's ignition. A well-known politician, she had been married to Emma.\\n\\nAfter checking his notes, Winston dropped by the shooting range. He'd heard Mia was a regular there. He took a seat in the observation area, watching as Mia effortlessly hit targets at incredible ranges. Word had it, Mia had secured several victory titles in various shooting competitions around the city.\\n\\nThe shooting range offered more than targeting practice. The place also sold a range of guns and ammunition. As he walked around the range, he noted the various types of ammunition on offer, including a type of ammunition recently purchased by Mia that coincidentally matched the type used in the murder weapon found at the restaurant.\\n\\nOnce she finished with her practice, Winston approached Mia, asking if they could head to a nearby café to chat. Multiple eyewitness accounts corroborated her presence at the restaurant the night before, so he wanted to get her take on events.\\n\\nThe pair discussed the city's sights, the weather, but mostly their jobs. Both women were well-known politicians, each with her own challenges. Emma had been gaining public approval for her stance on various political issues, hinting at a bright future in politics. It was widely rumored that Emma planned to unveil a series of scandals surrounding Mia in the coming weeks.\\n\\nAs they wrapped up their conversation, Winston asked Mia about the private dining area at the restaurant.\\n\\n“Yes, I had booked it for the evening,\\\" Mia admitted, \\\"It was easier to discuss our issues in private. It was only for Emma and I. In fact, I was the only one that had the keys to that area. We used to frequent that place, and I had the keys to ensure privacy whenever we needed it.”\\n\\nThey were pictured dining together by onlookers earlier that evening, not long before Emma was found dead, Winston thought. The information he'd gathered was piling up. It was time to go back to the station and untangle this web of information. \\n\\n“Thanks for the catch-up Mia, and the espresso. We’ll be in touch,\\\" Winston said as he rose from his seat. The mystery of Emma's death was far from over, but every conversation provided another piece of the puzzle.\\n\\nDetective Winston untwisted the final thread of his woolen wrap, the chilling winter wind sweeping through the luxury restaurant caused the patrons to shiver. Even though the place was filled with the sound of tinkling glassware and soft murmurs, Winston’s thoughts trailed towards Emma...\\n\\nEmerald-eyed Emma, who recently came into an immense inheritance. Such a windfall was more money than anyone else in their social circle, making her the only one who could financially save Warren from his mounting debts.. Winston swallowed back a bitter taste and turned towards his current predicament, a quiet table in the corner housing a man named Warren.\\n\\nWarren, Emma's grandfather, a well-known introvert and a man of old-world charm. A hoarder of antiques, he frequently surrounded himself with relics of the past. As Winston caught sight of Warren, he noticed his safety haven of antiques marking a stark contrast in the ultra-modern ambience of the restaurant. On the table lay an old-fashioned monocle, an antique pocket watch and a vintage military style pistol. The trove of antiques were a reflection of Warren's keen interest in collectables, drawing Winston towards a long lost era which seemed to be preserved in their presence.\\n\\n\\\"Let's get right to it then,\\\" Warren began, his baritone voice vibrating through the room, making Winston come back to the present. \\\"You want to know about Emma. About the money, the pistol... my part in it. Well, ask away,\\\" he said, fingers clasping tightly around a cane with an eagle-headed handle, face etched in grim determination.\\n\\n\\\"Mr. Warren, your military background,\\\" Winston began, gauging the man before him. \\\"Active combat, so I heard.\\\"\\n\\nA pause persisted around them, Warren closing his eyes briefly, as if the memories were debilitating. When he spoke again, his voice was softer. \\\"War... it changes a man. The army teaches you things. How to handle a firearm, for insta--\\\" He abruptly halted his sentence, eyes darting nervously towards the pistol on the table.\\n\\nWarren continued to maintain the silence that lingered in the air, but his discomfort was palpable -- almost tangible. Winston took note of the man’s unease during conversations reflecting his introverted nature.\\n\\n\\\"Emma's money, it saved you from debt, did it not?\\\" Winston prodded gently, trying to keep the conversation going despite Warren’s discomfort. The older man let out a soft sigh, his discomfort apparent. \\\"It was no secret I was neck-deep in debt and Emma was my only salvation,\\\" he conceded, \\\"I did seek help from her, but Emma...\\\" he trailed off, avoiding eye contact. \\n\\nWinston excused himself, not wanting to push the introverted man farther into his discomfort. As he walked away from Warren, he took one final glance back at the man surrounded by his personal collection of antiques. His military accolades, the distinct lack of comfort during conversations, the urgency for Emma's money, all painted a complicated, yet silent picture. \\n\\nA picture Winston was yet to piece together... where the truth lay, buried deep within the pieces.\",\"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":[]}