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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":"c23c59c8-ba11-5f9f-bb9d-5c0efb3dd361","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--c23c59c8-ba11-5f9f-bb9d-5c0efb3dd361","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Isla', 'Randy']\",\"narrative\":\"In the dimly lit corners of a rundown motel, Jimmy's life was abruptly silenced by the ominous echo of a revolver, leaving Detective Winston with two enigmatic suspects - Isla, with her elusive charm, and Randy, the taciturn stranger.\\n\\nWinston flicked through the photos of the seedy motel crime scene, located just out of town. The murder of Jimmy had taken him by surprise; the wealthy hotelier owned multiple hotels worldwide and was known for his love of high-end luxury, a stark contrast to the modest locale where he met his untimely demise.\\n\\nSlipping the photographs back into their manila envelope, Winston set his sights on his main person of interest, a guitarist named Randy. Not only was he seen at the motel the exact day Jimmy was killed, he was also seen entering Jimmy's room, a fact uncovered from an interrogation of motel guests as there were no CCTV cameras to corroborate their claims. Their room keys weren’t distinctly marked either, allowing anyone to access any room if they possessed a similar key.\\n\\nRandy, known in circles for his habitual participation in poker games, had gambled away his income putting him in a tough spot financially. The man was drowning in debt, unable to pay off his loans and this murder could potentially be tied to his monetary problems.\\n\\nWinston stepped into a local dive bar where Randy was performing. His exceptional dexterity, as he played the guitar, was quite noticeable. A guitarist's finger agility and coordination would be beneficial to a shooter.\\n\\nHaving seen Randy perform a few solos, Winston made his move, \\\"Mind if I join you, Randy?\\\" Winston asked, sliding into the bar seat next to the musician. \\\"Of course, officer. What can I play for you?\\\" Randy asked, strumming a slow, bluesy riff.\\n\\n\\\"Actually, what I need isn't a song,\\\" Winston said, leaning in a little closer. \\\"A few folks saw you at Jimmy's room at the motel and you were also spotted with a revolver at a concert last month. Anything you'd like to share?\\\"\\n\\nRandy strummed his guitar a beat longer before halting, looking away before returning his gaze to Winston. \\\"Yeah, I knew Jimmy.\\\" He confirmed. \\\"We've crossed paths a few times.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"You frequent the shooting range around here much?\\\" Winston probed further, sensing a shift in Randy's demeanor. \\\"Yeah, I do. I like to shoot around, helps clear my head.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"And that revolver, the same you flaunted at the concert last month... was that the one you used at the target range?\\\" Further probing, Winston felt Randy's guard starting to falter.\\n\\n \\\"That's the one. But what does this have to do with Jimmy? I heard he was killed with a revolver.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"On the nose, Randy.\\\" Winston's words were void of emotion. \\\"Ballistics confirmed the revolver used to kill Jimmy was identical to yours.\\\"\\n\\nSeemingly cornered, Randy retorted with a bitter remark; \\\"Every revolver around here looks like that.\\\" \\n\\nWith empathy lacing his voice, Winston closed, \\\"Well if you need any help with those looming loan repayments, I'd be more than happy to point you towards the right resources.\\\" \\n\\nWith that, Winston left Randy pondering at the bar, lost in his thoughts.\\n\\nWinston was a beer and steak, sawdust and power-tools kind of man. He wasn't familiar with this world of protein shakes, barbells, and sweaty gym enthusiasts. Yet, here he was, investigating a case that led him to a gym, talking to a woman named Isla.\\n\\nIsla. A lean woman with lightened hair that fell to her shoulders. She looked like the typical sort to blend into this gym environment, but there was something different about her. Not in an obvious sort of way, more like an exception you'd find in an otherwise uniform crowd, hidden at first glance.\\n\\nShe was talking to her friend nearby, her face wrought with concern and frustration. As Winston inched closer, he overheard her whispering, \\\"I can't bear it anymore, Jess...this blackmail from Jimmy....\\\" \\n\\n\\\"Hi, sorry for interrupting. I'm Winston, a detective. Just a few questions, if you don't mind?\\\" said Winston, taking out his notepad and pen. He watched as Isla swallowed hard and nodded, adjusting the straps of a gym bag which seemed heavier than it should be.\\n\\n\\\"Been here long?\\\" Winston started, attempting a casual tone.\\n\\n\\\"Most of my days may as well start and end here,\\\" Isla ironically chuckled, wiping the sweat from her brow. That’s when Winston noticed the book falling out of her gym bag. 'Forensics for Dummies', it read. A few other gym attendees nearby gawked at it, mouths gaping, one of them mentioning, \\\"Isn't that the book she's always rambling about? I swear she keeps discussing trace evidence and bullet trajectories while doing her cardio.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Interesting read there,\\\" Winston gestured towards the book. Isla looked at him hesitantly before nodding, \\\"I'm trying to...get some control over my situation,\\\" she admitted, indirectly revealing her desperation to stop the blackmail.\\n\\nHe decided to ask her about Jimmy, watching as her eyes showed a flash of fear, \\\"I heard you and Jimmy were quite close,\\\" he continued, keeping his tone casual, non-accusatory.\\n\\nIsla appeared defensive, \\\"We've met up a few times. At the motel downtown,\\\" she added hurriedly as if she wanted to get it out there before Winston asked.\\n\\n\\\"The evening Jimmy died, by any chance were you at the motel?\\\" Winston asked her. He watched her closely as she looked at him, confirming without uttering a word.\\n\\n\\\"Anyone to vouch for you?\\\" he continued. She hesitated, \\\"No... No, I was alone,\\\" she confessed quietly.\\n\\n\\\"Motive is often a strong feeling,\\\" he said, almost to himself more than to her. \\\"Jimmy was blackmailing you, wasn't he? Threatened to expose some photos?\\\"\\n\\nHis question seemed to visibly shake her, \\\"Yes...those photos...he threatened...,\\\" she trailed off, looking even more upset than when Winston first laid his eyes on her. The room filled with the noise of clanking weights and blaring music, but Isla and Winston sat in their own wall of silence.\\n\\n\\\"Alright,\\\" Winston concluded, not pressing her any further. \\\"Take care of yourself, Isla,\\\" he said before walking away. He had learned enough for the day. Now, the puzzle of Jimmy's death was waiting to be solved. Even if gym visits were not Winston's preference, he was willing to solve the mystery.\",\"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":[]}