# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Russell', 'Alice']","narrative":"In the cramped confines of an airplane mid-flight, Zoe was slain using a simple bottle of bleach, propelling Detective Winston into a sky-high murder mystery involving two main suspects: Russell and Alice.\n\nDetective Winston traced his finger along the cleaning supply shelves on the upper deck of Russell's boat, eyeing the bleach conspicuously nestled between a bucket and a scrub brush. The boat bobbed upon the serene waves, while a plane passed overhead, reminding Winston of an earlier sighting.\n\nHe remembered seeing Russell boarding that particular plane; a coincidence which became crucial as the case developed.\n\n\"Russell,\" Winston began, involuntarily swaying a bit with the boat's movement, \"You use these for cleaning the vessel?\"\n\n\"Sure do. Learned that during my ship cleanup training. Bleach is requisite for keeping everything in shipshape,\" the sailor responded, stretching a calloused hand to pick up the vessel. \"However, I had a bit of an accident with it once, spilled it on my hands causing harsh chemical burns. Not pleasant, I can tell you.\"\n\nRussell's face hardened a bit as he set the bleach back in place, adding, somewhat awkwardly, \"But what can you do? Matter of training, innit? We all follow procedures.\"\n\nWinston nodded, making noncommittal noise in agreement. Then, he continued, \"Russell, tell me about that trip... the one you took not long ago.\"\n\n\"Oh, that?\" Russell scratched his head, \"Nothing much to tell, I don't fly often, water is more my domain. But yeah, had to visit family, got a ticket for a coastal ride.\"\n\nWinston leaned forward, observing Russell's expressions. \"By coincidence, Zoe was also on that flight, wasn't she?\" \n\nRussell stiffened slightly and Winston noticed the hint of worry crossing his eyes. \"Yeah, small world, innit? She was there, sat right beside me for the entirety of the trip.\"\n\nInquiring further Winston said, “Did she seem jittery to you, Russell? I Received word that she's been contacting the police for quite some time, reporting offenses she's witnessed.”\n\nRussell responded nervously, \"Yeah, heard something similar...It made me uncomfortable, seeing how she started discussing her crime witnessings and all... Well, she even talked about some smuggler group... and I involuntarily disclosed my involvement in questionable activities. Honestly, it felt as if she had seen right through me.”\n\nWinston noticed the worry in Russell's eyes again. He deduced it resulted from Zoe witnessing his wrongdoings and now disclosing these events to others, especially the police. Feeling the tension growing, Winston quickly shifted subjects, “There was even a time when she accepted a drink from you during the flight, didn’t she?”\n\nRussell looked at him, just a hint of surprise in his eyes as he affirmed, \"Yes. Yes, she did.\"\n\nAfter leaving Russell, Winston couldn't help but think of Zoe and the courage she had exhibited. Zoe had revealed to a close friend about Russell's suspicious actions that looked a lot like drug smuggling. As Winston walked away, he marveled at this young woman's knack for uncovering truths and wondered who’d believe that her penchant for justice would lead her down this turbulent path.\n\nWinston stood at the back of the airplane cabin, dull fluorescent lights casting an artificial pallor over the surrounding faces. There, in an almost eerie calm, sat Alice, the spiritual guru making her way to a retreat with Zoe. Alice was once a flight attendant and used to her guide her companions while flying, as can be seen by the way she carefully selected seats together while booking tickets for herself and Zoe for this flight. \n\n\"Alice,\" Winston began, taking the empty seat next to the spiritual guru. She turned to him, her face flushed and lined with sweat. He noted a fidgety disposition coupled with nervous scratching and almost indecipherable mumbling, but he continued. \"I heard you and Zoe were traveling together for a spiritual retreat. And, I remember a gossip at the airport that you specifically saw to it that your seats were together?\"\n\nAlice nodded, her hands shaking slightly. \"Yes, that's why we bought the tickets together. I always get nervous during flights. Being seated close to my companion helps.\" \n\nWinston took that in, feeling a certain satisfaction at the beads of sweat dotting Alice's forehead. \"And you were helping Zoe adjust with air travel like in your flight attendant days, right?\"\n\n\"No,\" Alice said rapidly, her hands touched her chest, and then flittering over the bottles laying around her. \"I... I just comfort her with my spiritual methods.\"\n\nThe detective's keen eyes took note of the bottles, their familiarity stinging his brain. Essential oil, but what interested Winston was the similarity they shared in shape and size with another bottle, a bleach bottle he remembered Alice once accidentally swallowed from in her past- the incident which maybe even led her towards understanding the spiritual practices involving bleach ingestion. \n\n\"You've got quite the collection of bottles here, Alice.\"\n\nShe nodded hesitatingly, \"For my spiritual practices. I was even researching the effects of bleach for cleansing... even after that incident where I accidentally swallowed a sip and had to go to the hospital. It got me interested, you see.\"\n\nWinston let her words trail off, but his mind was racing. He looked at Zoe's empty seat, her preferred Dragonfruit punch still untouched. The same beverage, Winston noticed, that was in Alice's bag, suspiciously close to the bleach-shaped bottles. \n\nBefore Winston got up to leave, he asked casually, \"Was it you who had an exchange with an infamous drug dealer some time back? I believe I saw you handing over some money.\"\n\nAlice's face turned whiter, if possible. \"That man... he had a history of selling illegal drugs... but I was only buying... I...\"\n\nWinston left her there, mumbling to herself. He had his facts. The mystery wasn't solved, but the clues were there, and Winston turned away as he received a message on his phone. He wondered if the truth went even deeper than it seemed.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

Source: https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/

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