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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":"c3e2c480-8317-5379-a092-69434f670f77","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--c3e2c480-8317-5379-a092-69434f670f77","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Clyde', 'Paul']\",\"narrative\":\"In a shocking twist of events, Faith has been gruesomely murdered by a lawnmower in her own kitchen and now, Detective Winston must unravel the tangled web of suspicion entangling Clyde and Paul.\\n\\nAs Winston entered a well-kept home, he observed Clyde, an army man of some years, meticulously dusting and straightening up everything in sight. Checking his watch, Winston observed the room to be empty of people except for himself and Clyde. It was a known fact Clyde only did his cleaning when there was no one else in the room, a peculiar habit of his. \\\"Evening, Clyde,\\\" he said by way of greeting.\\n\\n\\\"Detective,\\\" Clyde returned, his face neutral. His large lawn, recently mowed, was visible through the window. The neighbours had seen him mowing it just yesterday, a job required a heavy machine like a lawnmower which, due to its aggressiveness, demanded some level of foundational weapon training.\\n\\nWinston gazed around the room, making a mental note of the pristine condition of the house. \\\"You keep a fine home,\\\" Winston commented, to which Clyde merely offered a grunt of response and continued his clean-up. He knew the moment guests would arrive, he'd start cleaning again from scratch in his usual obsessive way.\\n\\nWinston then recalled what some prior guests had mentioned, they noticed certain items of theirs were missing when they left Clyde's house. He quoted an instance, “Mr. Johnson, your neighbour across the street told me about his missing gloves after he visited your house last time, have you noticed it by any chance?”\\n\\nClyde's face stiffened, \\\"I don't know anything about that.\\\" But Winston noted down this peculiar fact as a part of his ongoing investigation.\\n\\nWinston Revolved back to the event driving all this, the promotion ceremony where Faith publicly tore Clyde's reputation to shreds. She ridiculed Clyde's failures in front of many familiar faces causing him an unbearable public humiliation.\\n\\n“Must’ve indeed been rough for you, being humiliated by Faith in front of everyone at your promotion ceremony,” Winston prodded, causing Clyde to stop his cleaning abruptly. \\n\\n“You know, a man can only take so much humiliation,\\\" Winston mused, seemingly thoughtful. \\n\\n“Oh, I intend to get back at her, in my own way,\\\" Clyde promised, his tone carried a chilling promise of revenge for Faith's public humiliation. \\n\\nWinston observed Clyde for a moment longer, then rose. \\\"Thank you for your time, soldier.\\\" The air around them remained heavy with tension as Winston took his leave. Clyde resumed his cleaning, in the same methodical way he had been seen to do, especially when the room was devoid of people.\\n   \\nThe formerly unsolved pondering over Clyde's peculiar habit of cleanliness and guests’ missing items seemed to fall into perspective as Winston left the house. Clyde’s indomitable spirit of cleanliness and the mysterious case of the missing items could possibly be related, and with his revenge plans, it was fair to say that Winston's investigation was still far from being concluded.\\n\\nWinston stood in the quiet, domestic confines of Faith's kitchen, the peculiar scent of freshly cut grass now forever associated with the grim sight that lay before him. His gaze shifted towards the adjacent tool shed, the door slightly ajar, wherein lay the murder weapon, a lawnmower of all things. \\n\\nA grimace etched itself across his face as the details replayed in his mind, the cards dealt out complex and interwoven. \\n\\nStepping away from the grisly tableau, he hopped into his car and headed toward a nearby barbershop. The sign flickered in the early evening light, appropriately named, 'Paul's Barber Shop'. The shop was all but empty, a lone barber stood, idly whittling his time away by cleaning a pair of scissors. \\n\\n\\\"Help you with something?\\\" His voice echoed throughout the empty shop. \\n\\n\\\"I'm Winston, I work with the local force. You wouldn't happen to be Paul, would you?\\\" Winston probed. \\n\\nThe man just nodded, his expression hardly changing but for the most minute hint of incredulity, as he replied, \\\"Yeah...I am Paul. Something I can do for you, detective?\\\"\\n\\nWinston gave him a cursory once-over, noting the man's weary demeanor, \\\"I'm sure you're awfully busy, but I'd appreciate a few minutes of your time. You knew Faith, didn't you?\\\" \\n\\nPaul maintained his stolid expression, his reply crisp and composed, \\\"Yeah, I knew Faith...quite well as a matter of fact. Been tending to her lawn a bit here and there, alongside my barber duties. She even let me use her bathroom once.\\\" \\n\\n\\\"So, you would've had fairly regular access to her kitchen... The crime scene?\\\", Winston asked casually.\\n\\n\\\"Yeah, sure. Actually, that's where she'd serve me sweet tea while I took a break from yard work\\\", Paul said, while sharpening the blade of his razor.\\n\\nAs Paul continued his maintenance routine of the various paraphernalia around him, something clicked in Winston’s mind. Blades... a lawnmower, scissors, razors. All need maintenance, all have blades, and then it struck him. All require a sharp edge for their tasks.\\n\\nWinston thanked Paul, confirming his appointment for a shave the next day, and retreated under the gaze of the man's cold, money-grubbing eyes. Intentions masked under the facade of a simple barber, tired of his failing shop, tired of life's less-charitable hands, and potentially desperate enough to resort to the unthinkable. His mounting debts with the loan sharks were no secret, after all.\\n\\nOn the way back to his office, Winston made a call, ordering an audit into Faith’s financials. Among her insurance documents, he located the policy Faith had recently taken out - its coverage unusually high. This observation was further perturbed by the paperwork revealing that Paul was listed as the sole beneficiary. \\n\\nThe reflections of the streetlights illuminated the clues that strewn around Winston’s path like breadcrumbs. A web woven thick with secrecy, desperation, and death. The puzzle was not complete, but the edges were beginning to take shape. Faith's death... Paul's desperation. There was more than met the eye in this grim puzzle.\",\"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":[]}