{"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":"8873c233-73f6-5d54-9586-d962afcd309d","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--8873c233-73f6-5d54-9586-d962afcd309d","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Nathaniel', 'Bridget']\",\"narrative\":\"In the eerie silence of the swamp, Charlie's life was claimed by a crossbow, leaving Detective Winston in a murky world of deception, suspicion and the two possible culprits: Nathaniel and Bridget.\\n\\nWinston, brow furrowed under the brim of his hat, flicked through a stack of papers bearing the unfortunate Charlie's name. Liaising with Charlie's lawyer revealed that Charlie had altered his will just last week, although interestingly had chosen not to inform Bridget of the adjustments.\\n\\nUnlike the familiarity of his desk, even with a manila folder full of cold, hard facts, Winston found himself thinking about the case in the midst of the swamp, the location of Charlie’s demise.\\n\\nIronically, the swamp was a familiar terrain for Bridget. Before their marriage had crumbled, Bridget and Charlie used to share outdoor hobbies. Over the years, Bridget had become more than familiar with the contours and curves of the landscape. Coupled with regular sightings of her in various terrains with her crossbow, it wasn't hard to conclude that she adapted to different environments exceptionally well.\\n\\nPer the information provided by some of the locals, Winston discovered that Bridget was a thanatology specialist, a discipline she studied in school. It was not every day he met someone who was an expert in understanding death and dying.\\n\\nAfter taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee, Winston’s attention rested on another worrisome piece of information. Her business had recently gone bankrupt, and she was regularly lagging on her loan repayments.\\n\\nOne of her favorite pastimes coincidentally revolved around the crossbow, the same weapon which had caused Charlie his final breath. Bridget was often seen in the backyard, practicing with her crossbow, her aim true time and time again.\\n\\nWinston got up from the desk, stretching as he moved towards the board full of pinned photos. He had word that Bridget had recently purchased a new set of crossbow bolts. Coupled with her financial trappings, it felt ominously grim.\\n\\nYet what was intriguing about Bridget was her constant voracious appetite for books she often purchased from the bookstore. More often than not, the subjects of these books would smoothly slide into regular conversation with Bridget. And she made no attempts to hide these books. An array of them can easily be found nesting on the shelves in her living room.\\n\\nWinston leaned against the board, squinting at a photo of Bridget, crossbow in her capable hands in a rugged, unfamiliar terrain. This was a standard investigation; he had to remember that, just like any other case. But then, death by crossbow point in a swamp was far from standard.\\n\\nAs the mire of the swamp clung to his boots, Winston added gloves and a mask to his grim ensemble. His sharp eyes darted to and fro, the paleness of Charlie's lifeless body in strong contrast to the murky waters. He sighed softly, letting his eyes linger on the scene, before turning his attention from the horrific sight to the task at hand. \\n\\nHis first item of business? Nathaniel. Winston was intrigued by Nathaniel, a seemingly innocuous garbage man if you didn't know better. But he was already fully aware of the man's impressive archery prowess. Winston could easily recall the then-scrawny Nathaniel from their younger days, confidently hitting bullseyes with eerie accuracy in local competitions.\\n\\nA few steps away from the trashcan, exactly where Nathaniel usually invoked curiosity among his neighbors by meticulously sorting his collection, stood the very man himself.\\n\\n\\\"How've you been, Nathaniel?\\\" Winston shined a polite, professional smile.\\n\\n\\\"Can't complain, can't complain.\\\" Nathaniel responded, shaking his head slightly. \\\"This job, being out there collecting garbage every morning never misses a day, has its moments.\\\"\\n\\nWinston's memory was unfailing. It prompted him to remember that, disturbingly often when he saw Nathaniel in Charlie's vicinity, he was rummaging through Charlie's garbage. He'd heard Charlie say on multiple occasions that Nathaniel had been stealing things from his bin, which Charlie once confronted him about publicly. More compelling was that Charlie had reported valuables missing from his home coincidentally on days that lined up with Nathaniel's collection rounds. Winston's mind echoed these questionable correlations, \\\"+You're certainly involved in your work, Nathaniel. Find anything of interest - something out of the ordinary maybe?\\\"\\n\\nNathaniel tried not to wince, \\\"Just daily discard. But sometimes, even useful ones. The other day I even found a crossbow, still in perfect condition, just tossed away.\\\"\\n\\nWinston made a note of this in his mind, knowing that Nathaniel also held a hunting license. With his background in archery, a crossbow would certainly be of interest to him. \\n\\nSensing a shift in Nathaniel's demeanor, Winston asked, \\\"Didn't Charlie make a scene about his missing items, that time?\\\"\\n\\nNathaniel exhaled in resignation. \\\"He did... confronted me in front of everyone,\\\" he revealed, his voice sounding restrained. He focused his gaze intensely on the refuse nearby. \\\"And that day... that day he was found dead, it was just another workday for me. I had my morning round, like every other day.\\\"\\n\\nAs Winston prepared to leave, he asked one more question. \\\"Just one thing Nathaniel...your route includes the swamp area as well, correct?\\\"\\n\\nNathaniel glanced at the detective, confirming, \\\"Yes, the swamp isn't too far from the regular route, it's included.\\\"\\n\\nWith that, Winston shooed Nathaniel back to his routine and watched as he slowly disappeared. As his boots squished back towards the swamp, he couldn't shake off an eerie feeling about Nathaniel – the ordinary garbage man with a mix of archery skills, hunting licenses, and curious finds. For now, though, the murky waters of the swamp commanded his attention. At least until tomorrow.\",\"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":[]}