"These are all the crime scene photos."
After leading Orsaga into the crime scene, the police chief handed him a file folder and gestured toward the blood-splattered room in front of them.
"This was a family of three. According to our investigation, all of them were killed in close-quarters combat. They didn't even have time to react—no signs of struggle—just instantly and cleanly executed. Each of them was killed with a single blow. No hesitation. No second strike."
Though the bodies had already been cleared away, the congealing blood stains around the room made it obvious that things had been far from peaceful when it all began.
Orsaga opened the folder and began flipping through the photos one by one. Even at a glance, he could tell that at least half of the victims had died at Jason's hands.
Their wounds and death poses were identical to those of the two unknown victims at Crystal Lake Camp.
But the discovery left Orsaga a little puzzled.
'What the hell is Jason doing mixed up with Freddy?. A physically mutated, mentally stunted man-child teaming up with a dream-hopping child killer?. What kind of garbage-tier villain duo is this?. They're probably going to turn on each other within two days…'
In his opinion, the two had completely incompatible styles. They didn't seem like the type who'd ever get along.
Put together, their combat power wasn't 1 + 1 = 2, but more like 1.1—if you were lucky. If things went south, it could even end up being 1 + 1 = 0.
After all, if they started stabbing each other, who had time to kill outsiders?
Orsaga put on a thoughtful look before speaking in a serious tone.
"There's something really off about how these people died."
The chief played along, his expression turning curious.
"What's off about it?"
He genuinely didn't understand what Orsaga meant.
Laying out the photos, Orsaga pointed to each wound as he explained:
"Every single injury here was either caused by blunt force trauma or a bladed weapon. We can set aside the blunt trauma for now, but as for Freddy—he only uses one weapon: his metal claw glove. But none of these injuries were caused by claws. They're all knife wounds. If it was just one or two victims, maybe we could dismiss it—but when every victim shows this kind of wound, it just doesn't match Freddy's usual M.O. And without that signature weapon, there's nothing to suggest Freddy was even involved."
Hearing that, the chief took a closer look at the photos again and mentally reviewed the case files stored at the precinct.
It didn't take long for him to realize Orsaga was right. None of the wounds matched Freddy's established kill pattern.
His expression turned grave.
"So what you're saying is… this might have nothing to do with Freddy at all?"
Orsaga Holmes gave a slight wave of his hand, shaking his head while calmly stroking his chin.
"Not necessarily. Freddy isn't exactly a law-abiding spirit. If we're unlucky, this might be part of some twisted scheme of his. Let me ask you—has your town or the surrounding area ever had paranormal entities that use knives or have abnormal physical strength?. I suspect someone else may have been lured here by Freddy."
The chief's face changed subtly as two or three names flashed through his mind.
Eventually, his suspicion settled on one in particular.
[The Hundred-Slayer Teen — Jason Voorhees]
Unlike Freddy, who killed more for pleasure, Jason was a walking butcher shop.
Wherever he went, the killing followed.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't hold back. He didn't care if you were man or woman, young or old—everyone died.
If Jason didn't usually stay confined to Crystal Lake, the U.S. government would've already gone all-out to eliminate him, rather than tolerating his existence and even cordoning off a zone to keep civilians out.
And now, realizing that Jason might be roaming around his town...
The chief felt a wave of panic slam into his chest. He could practically hear his heart trying to flatline.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and made an urgent call.
A few minutes later, he ended the call, then eagerly grabbed both of Orsaga's hands with a pleading look on his face.
"Sir, if you noticed this anomaly so quickly, you must be a seasoned exorcist. Please—I'm begging you to get involved in this case.
We'll pay whatever it takes!"
In critical moments like this, even a passing friendly force could prove invaluable.
Orsaga, unfazed as always, nodded calmly.
"Of course. That can be arranged."
Truth be told, he found the whole situation amusing. A demon from the Abyss going around doing exorcism work under the guise of a licensed exorcist?
It had a certain ironic charm.
He didn't mind it at all.
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Around 6 PM, as the sky began to dim.
At a local fast food joint, the police chief placed a tray on the table and handed Orsaga a small slip of paper with a few addresses scribbled on it.
This was the result of an all-day investigation by multiple officers.
After sitting down, the chief took a bite of his burger and said worriedly:
"These are the locations around town where crowds are expected to gather tonight."
"Got it."
Orsaga glanced over the list:
Hargis Manor: The owner is hosting a business reception.
Del's Bar: A third-rate rock band is scheduled to perform.
Harlin Family Cornfield: Some local college students are throwing a summer break party.
He was speechless.
From his perspective, Jason—the emotionless murder machine—must have been lured away from Crystal Lake by Freddy's manipulation.
There was no way Jason would lie low for long. A massacre was likely imminent.
All Orsaga had to do was pick the most crowded location, sit tight, and wait for carnage.
What he hadn't expected… was that there would be three major gatherings tonight.
For a town with only ten to twenty thousand residents, that was surprising.
You'd think that after a string of brutal murders, the local authorities would've imposed a curfew or banned large events.
But no—the town was running business as usual, as if nothing had happened.
He didn't bother to look too deeply into it.
After all, freedom was priceless.
Compared to that, playing with death was just a minor issue.
Even if you lost the gamble, hey—fewer mouths to feed. More resources for those who survived.
No harm done!
You had to admit: in some ways, America really had this down to an art.
After weighing the three locations, Orsaga ultimately focused on one—
The Harlin Family's Cornfield.
In just over an hour, local university students would be hosting a summer party there.
If Freddy really was behind all this, there was no way he'd miss such an opportunity.
Teenagers. Fear. Nightmares.
His favorite meal—and the very source of his strength.
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T/N: yo guys where is the support for the new fic. It's already there look.