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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":"eae4b866-847a-5dfe-8af8-9b34e389d284","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--eae4b866-847a-5dfe-8af8-9b34e389d284","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Madison', 'Christine']\",\"narrative\":\"In the glitz and glamour of a bustling casino, a deadly secret unfolds as Iris is found lifeless by a lead pipe, leaving Detective Winston with two puzzling suspects - Madison and Christine.\\n\\nWinston stepped out of the casino, photos of the murder scene clutched in one hand. Iris' case was looking to be anything but simple. The security footage he was able to secure put Christine right at ground zero; casino floor, the same night Iris' winning streak took a deadly turn. \\n\\nHe slid into his car, the sound of traffic dulled as his mind replayed the chilling footage. Christine and Iris, always cooperating so well on their work projects, appeared just as comfortable sharing space in the casino that night.\\n\\nSliding the photographs into the evidence bag, Winston started the car. His first destination for the day; Christine's construction site.\\n\\nThe sound of heavy machinery, power tools and manual labor filled the air as Winston approached the site. Gazing around the active scene with a professional eye, he watched Christine effortlessly hoist cement bags onto a forklift. Her muscles rippled from the demanding physical labor of her job, a testament to her dedication.\\n\\n\\\"Christine,\\\" Winston called, catching her attention, \\\"mind sparing a moment?\\\"\\n\\nChristine nonchalantly wiped sweat from her brow and nodded, making her way over to him. \\n\\n\\\"Working hard or hardly working?\\\" Winston couldn't resist, despite the grave context of their conversation. Christine managed to roll her eyes and chuckle.\\n\\n\\\"I swear, with jobs like these, most men don't even last a day,\\\" she casually put. \\\"It's a wonder how they're even lasting in relationships. Even people like Peter, Mark, Luke, John, and Matthew couldn't keep up with me. One month in and they all complained I lost interest.\\\"\\n\\nWinston took note, a smile creeping onto his lips, \\\"You've been quite active, Christine. Managed to juggle five relationships and it's just May.\\\"\\n\\nChristine smirked, \\\"Well, a lady needs some excitement, doesn't she?\\\"\\n\\nWinston shook his head in amusement, \\\"Let's bring it back to business, Christine.\\\"\\n\\nTheir banter aside, Winston's mind was fully trained on the bitter truth - Iris' regular winning streak at the casino, compared to the lead pipe from the construction site, implied a deadly connection. Several pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, but he would need more to make his case.\\n\\nHe said his goodbyes, leaving behind the clamor of the construction site. His day was far from over. There were still questions to be asked, clues to be found, and a murderer to catch. The drive to his next destination would give him the chance to mull over what he'd so far uncovered. The tip of the iceberg, probably, but his determined spirit wouldn't allow him to rest until justice was served.\\n\\nWinston was looking over the contents of his coffee cup when he got the call. Iris, a court case witness, had been murdered. The siren of the crime scene was loud and constant, perhaps a metaphor for the nature of the case which was shaping up to be complex and chaotic. \\n\\nSquinting under the neon lights of the casino, Winston looked for his suspect, Madison. The lady in question always wore a hard hat and was often seen by him around the building, repairing things. She was surrounded by a tool-laden van so often that a casual observer might mistake her for the groundskeeper. She had her roles in the building, fixing things here and there, seemingly always mending mistakes.\\n\\nHer worn-out van had become a makeshift storage space for building equipment. Winston couldn't help but notice the glow from a lead pipe resting within the remaining pile. The pipe surreptitiously nestled between hammer and screwdriver.\\n\\nIris' testimony, scheduled to be presented at the court soon, had been against Madison's illegal shenanigans. Layers of intrigue were folded over the delicate connection: the lawyer had informed Madison about her upcoming ordeal. Such update from Madison's lawyer would often coincide with the time she saw Iris leaving for her customary Friday night casino visits. The irony of it burnt brighter than the burgeoning dawn.\\n\\nFollowing a trail of circumstantial evidence, Winston discovered that Madison had been threatened with eviction due to her illicit affairs. The threat had surely hanged like a smog around her, dark and ominous.\\n\\n“What a twisted mess!” Winston thought as he rubbed shivering hands over weary eyes. Frequent visits to the casino by Iris could be seen as just a pastime or, to a mind uncertain of the future, as potential avenues for threat mitigation. Madison's observations of Iris's Friday night gambles could be a coincidence... or a clear implication of premeditation.\\n\\nCasino surveillance tapes confirmed the regular presence. Madison and Iris, both regular features under the glaring camera lights. The unblinking eye of the casino camera had captured Madison's presence around the vicinity even as the clock chimed Iris's hour of departure from the world.\\n\\nWinston found himself standing before the courthouse doors, a paper with fresh ink in his hands. Iris had been there, holding the very same documents, their legality meant to condemn Madison in a court of law. \\n\\nCasual yet conspicuous, Madison had been seen overhearing the constant chatter of Iris about her late-night casino visits. Her lawyer's advice combined with the threat of eviction added fuel to the tension... Winston sighed deeply as he shielded the court documents from the continual rain.\\n\\nPiecing together the jigsaw puzzle seemed daunting. Again, his thoughts revolved around Madison under her hard hat. His next steps unraveling her story had all begun with Iris' murder. Now it was only an endless chase after blurry silhouettes of half-truths. Only time would tell how Madison fits into all of this.\",\"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":[]}