{"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":"b4e36c84-5a3a-5bab-91af-39169d243cf1","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--b4e36c84-5a3a-5bab-91af-39169d243cf1","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Helen', 'Danielle']\",\"narrative\":\"When Mack's life got fatally bleached out on a soccer field, it was up to Detective Winston to sift through the dark clues left by his suspects: Helen and Danielle.\\n\\nWinston, his heart heavy with grim resolution, studied the photos of Mack's lifeless body on the soccer field. The murder scene was an unsavory juxtaposition of innocence - usually bustling with kids, laughter, and vibrant life, now tainted with the solemnity of demise and the faint smell of bleach lingering in the air. \\n\\nHis next step was Helen, Mack's sole testamentary beneficiary it seemed, and his housekeeper - a critical point of interest.\\n\\nArriving at the soccer field, he spotted Helen from afar, scrubbing away at the stubborn grass stains with a generous amount of bleach - a daily routine in her housekeeping duties. She was an efficient worker, with knowledge on various cleaning products and supplies, which her job demanded.\\n\\nHis eyes became glued to a large quantity of bleach that Helen had with her. An unsettling thought crossed his mind, quickly followed by a dismissive wave. \\n\\nWinston introduced himself to Helen who was already there. Judging by her demeanor, he got an underlying sense of humiliation boiling within her, perhaps a result of being objectified at her job as a housekeeper. \\n\\n\\\"Do you clean up after the games every time?\\\" Winston asked, breaking the tense silence.\\n\\n\\\"Every single time. They don't clean up after themselves, so someone's got to do it,\\\" Helen said, her tone full of regrettable resignation, showing no signs of withholding information.\\n\\n\\\"So, you were here, even when the game was on?\\\" Winston then asked, the seemingly benign query holding a latent inquiry.\\n\\n“Yes, and Mr. Mack, bless his soul, stayed behind with me after everyone else had left,” Helen replied, burrowing her frown even further, eyes welling up with unseen tears. \\n\\nShe continued talking away, inadvertently revealing how she's often at the rough end of some nasty backbiting, making Winston wonder if that might've fuelled her self-diminution.\\n\\n\\\"Are you Mack's housekeeper?\\\" Winston asked, out of the blue, seemingly testing Helen's patience.\\n\\nShe stared at him for a solid minute before affirming she was, indeed, Mack's housekeeper. Mack, she recalled, even included Helen's role in his will, stating that she should run the house in the event of his untimely demise. \\n\\nWith an interview like this, it was hard not to observe how it all seemed to add up, but Winston prudently kept his findings to himself.\\n\\nAs Winston returned to his car, he remembered Mack, a man with no family, found dead right after one such soccer game Helen was apparently cleaning up for. He also remembered an incident involving Helen from the past – an unfortunate mishap where a staff member had accidentally ingested a cleaning supply.\\n\\n\\\"Interesting,\\\" Winston muttered to himself, starting his car. \\\"Very interesting indeed.\\\"\\n\\nThis was going to be a long case.\\n\\nWinston idly flicked through the passport he had received from a fellow officer, who found it thrown aside at the soccer field, where teenagers often conjugated. \\\"Maria,\\\" he read aloud from the passport photo. He flipped it over to find another stamp from Denmark and a passport photo stapled to the back – \\\"Chloe, Denmark.\\\" Holy hell, what a lead.\\n\\nTurning his attention to the crime scene, it wasn't long before Detective Winston found himself on the doorstep of Danielle, the local spiritual guru, alternatively known as Maria and Chloe in her past.\\n\\nDanielle's reputation preceded her not just for her aliases but also for her meticulous cleaning which she considered a spiritual activity. \\\"It's a form of meditation for me, I find serenity in cleanliness,\\\" Danielle replied to Winston's gentle ribbing, with a slight smile.\\n\\n\\\"Is that why you’re against Mack's wedding?\\\" Winston asked. She blinked at him. \\\"Rumor has it, you've taken quite the interest in Mack's so called love-life.\\\" \\n\\nDanielle, in her belief of spiritual purity, confessed, \\\"Harmful karmic consequences often ensue when one person pledges themselves to someone they do not love. Mack was about to please his parents by making such a mistake, marrying a woman he didn't care for. I wanted Mack to remain single, as I believe it would have maintained his spiritual purity.\\\"\\n\\nShe paused to siphon some tea from a kettle, her eyes never leaving Winston. \\\"By the way, Detective, I think you’ve dropped something,\\\" she said, pointing at the passport Winston had forgotten in his jacket pocket. \\\"Oh, that?\\\" he asked nonchalantly, \\\"It's your passport, isn’t it? Maria, Chloe, all your aliases, found at the crime scene.\\\"\\n\\nDanielle gave it a fleeting glance and said, \\\"Ah I see, Detective. Still, it's not the one I use currently... I don't need a passport to travel. I have lived in many places under many names, including Sophie in France.\\\"\\n\\nWinston kicked a stone down the road as he left Danielle's residence, pondering on her confessions. \\\"Sophie, France\\\", he mumbled to himself. More identities. More questions. \\n\\nBack at the station, he poured over the evidence once more which also had multiples items linking Danielle to the alias Sophie in France. Mack was about to wed a woman he didn’t love just to please his parents... and there he lay on the soccer field, with the smell of bleach fresh in his throat. The same bleach that Mack’s spiritual guru, Maria, Chloe, Sophie, Danielle would stock in volumes almost crazy enough to put a cleaning supply store out of business.\\n\\nWhat a case.\",\"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":[]}