Conan woke up and did his stretches. But he jumped when her actually paid attention to where he was.

'The plane? But that's impossible I was in a factory in France!' Just then Rachel woke up and said, "Hey Conan. Slept well?"

Conan put on a fake smile and said, "I slept very very good." adding the extra "very" to make it seem more childish then normal.

Richard woke up and grabbed some coffee. After he did his cell rang.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Moore, you seemed to have stepped on the wrong plane, if you landed, you're in France."

Rachel laughed at the news, while Conan stood there silent.

'How could this be? We already went through this! Wait, what did Jeremie say before he clicked that button?'

Flashback:

Jeremie clicked the enter button and said, "Return to the past now!"

End Flashback

'So that's what happened, somehow he used the computer to turn back time.'

"Hey Conan are you ok?" Rachel asked Conan after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh, I'm fine!" Conan lied.

They stepped off the plane and asked a stewardess for the next flight to Japan, she said it was postponed for an undetermined time.

Richard stayed at the plane station to drink… a lot.

Rachel and Conan decided to wander the suburb (again as Conan remembers).

Just then a nearby siren rang as the police cars zipped by.

The cars halted and cops pointed to some thugs who took a rocket launcher.

"Drop the missile." The cop said.

The thug yelled, "Make me!"

"OK." said a voice form behind. Then a young Asian girl walked towards the gang.

'Yumi!' Conan thought.

"You don't scare us!" said one of the other thugs.

"Oh," said another voice, Ulrich walked to Yumi. "What about me?"

"Not you either."

Yumi sighed, "We didn't want to pull this card … oh who am I kidding, I love to pull this card. Peter!"

Just then one of the thugs was knocked into a car. A boy who looked like a scarecrow off its pole. His hair was dyed a dark red color.

'Peter!' Conan thought.

The thug with the rocket launcher just told the others "Take him with the revolver!"

Two gangsters obliged and shot Peter until their chambers were empty.

The shots made it halfway through his flesh but they slowly popped out.

Peter slowly walked in Michael Myer fashion. Yumi then whispered to a thug while creeping behind him, "That's why you should fear us; we have access to a powerful being."

"We outnumber you!" The Boss said.

"Yes," Peter said, "But you're outmatched!"

Yumi kicked his back, causing him to fall. Ulrich took one of the men's guns and bent his arm so the nozzle is at his spine.

Ulrich pulled the trigger, crippling the gangster.

The other thugs had no time to react; the three teens were destroying their ranks.

The boss then said, "Get the Tommy guns!" Several gangsters grabbed said submachine gun.

"Peter?" Yumi asked. Peter nodded. Then pair of titanium throwing fans appeared out of nowhere in Yumi's hands and two katana in Ulrich's hands.

Ulrich ran and slashed limbs off the pathetic thugs, while Yumi was tossing her fans into the eyes, blinding them.

The few gangsters who had their eyes and arms shot rounds, but were missing shots.

Some of the more hardened aimed at Peter hoping to kill them, and maybe restore the favor for their gang.

The bullets hit their target. But it didn't stop him. As soon as Peter was close enough a knife appeared in his hand and he stabbed a thug.

As he fell, crippled, he grabbed Peter's shirt and tearing the front of it revealing a disturbing sight.

Their machinegun bullets did hit him, but they went through him and his body was already healing.

"God, thank you for blessing my family with these… abilities." Peter said, stepping and a fallen thug's back.

Yumi closed one of her fans and stabbed a man's temple, if the fan didn't hit the brain, he'd bleed to death.

Ulrich finished the last average thug by cutting his leg.

Only the boss was left.

"Oh ****!"

"Give it up!" Ulrich yelled. "You're outnumbered and outmatched!" Yumi yelled.

The Boss shot Peter in the chest. While it went through and took out a nearby car, Peter did fall, "AH! That's gonna take a while to heal from!" With that Peter stopped moving, his lungs stopped working. His brain stopped. He was dead.

"Now, you're outmatched."

Ulrich just said sarcastically, "Oh yeah, like his death is permanent."

"Besides," Yumi said, "An expert with a rock could beat you, a newb like you with the most advanced technology on the market."

The Boss just aimed, but an arrow penetrated his shoulder. Everyone looked into the alleyway, to see a pink haired girl walk out with a bow.

'Alieta!'

A bullet entered his back, a blonde young man walked.

'Jeremie!'

A Molotov cocktail was thrown and lit a nearby paper stand (With no one in it.)

'Odd!'

"You now sometime I wish Bruce Lee were alive." said Odd.

Then something disturbing happened, the Boss aimed for the group of teens. He fired, but he himself blew up.

Everyone looked behind him. It was Peter. "What?"

The lead cop then said, "Two things, one, you're dead! We saw you expire!"

Peter then said, "I'm resurrected actually. Not like a divine caused resurrection, more like an "Oh my God They killed Kenny, you ba****!, kind of deal."

"And two, you're under arrest!"

"Ah, Ah, Ah," Peter said, shaking his head. "I have a license to kill and it extends to my friends here."

Peter showed them the forms. "It all checks out." The officer said.

Everyone, except for Conan and Rachel left.

"This is an interesting way to start the day." Jeremie said, raising an eyebrow. As their weapons disappeared, the others nodded, except Peter. "Sorry to drag you guys into this, but we needed weapons, and back-up's a good thing to." "Don't sweat it." Jeremie said

Peter turned to Rachel and Conan, "You guys can…" But when he actually paid attention he stopped himself.

"Holy crap! You're Rachel Moore daughter to legendary detective Richard Moore!"

The group quickly glanced at them and gasped.

'Why does everyone gasp when people know who we are?' Conan thought.

"It's an honor to meet you." Yumi said, bowing. Rachel didn't know what to think; normally her father gets the attention.

Alieta and Yumi saw Conan. "Aw, he's so cute." Alieta said, hugging him. 'Not this again.' Yumi gave him a hug when Alieta was done. 'Ok seriously, I can't breathe.'

Peter chuckled at Conan's awkward expression. "Well we should get home." Ulrich said.

Then Odd wiped his forehead. "Man, how hot is it?" Jeremie looked on his laptop, "Ninety-eight degrees," Everyone gave a moan of annoyance. "And it says it'll get hotter."

"A$$hole weather man, couldn't he have predicted a rainstorm or something." Peter muttered.

"Wow, talk about poor censorship." Rachel said. "Tell me about it." Yumi said.

"Follow us." Jeremie said simply. "Why?" Conan asked wondering why they are giving such hospitality.

"Well, I can guess you'll have to get a hotel, but, it'll be faster to wait where people can talk to you, rather then alone in silence." Ulrich answered.

'Good point, but I'm not letting you out of sight.' Conan thought

Remember, don't let the boy out of your sight. Peter said, via telepathy.

"By the way, what's your son's name?" Alieta asked. "Huh? Oh, he's not my son; I'm just watching him while his parents are on business. His name is Conan."

"Oh, like Arthur Conan Doyle?" Jeremie stated. "Yeah!" Conan answered.

After awhile of walking in the baking hot Sun, the group finally made it to Kadic.

"Whose room are we going to?" Peter asked. "I thought we were going to yours." Alieta said.

"Let's go to Jeremie's." Odd said. As they went in, it was even hotter. "Holy crap!" Ulrich yelled at the increased temperature. The teens and little boy walked to Jeremie's room.

It was actually cooler. Everyone sighed in relief. "What's this?" Conan asked, seeing some form of blueprints on the table.

Jeremie quickly grabbed and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "That's nothing."

Peter walked to a police radio and listened to it. "Nothing," Peter muttered.

Then there was a scream over the radio. "What the hell?" Odd said, looking at the radio.

"5'o clock call! Breaker, Breaker! I'm under attack by, ah! AHHHHHH! Put that…. no, no AH!"

Jeremie took a part of the radio (apparently it is part CB radio) and asked, "What's going on over there, this is Jeremie Belpois."

Nothing. "Well that can't be good." Rachel said. "That sounded a lot like my uncle." Yumi said, worried. "You have an uncle in the police. Well let's go!" Ulrich yelled. "Grab on, teleporting is faster!" Peter said.

In a second the group was gone. They appeared in the police office. They turned around and saw the body of an old Asian officer. "Oh my God, it's my uncle, he was murdered!"

Upon hearing Yumi scream other officers came.

One officer grabbed a phone in order to get detectives in the area. "This is Officer Jackson, Officer Ishyama has been murdered I repeat murdered!"

Rachel was about to call her father when Peter took both her and the Jackson's phones. "The detectives won't get here in time."

During the bickering Conan looked over the body. 'Well there is a bullet hole in his chest." Conan looked closer at the corpse. 'That's weird.'

"Hey Mr. Jackson, is he wearing bullet proof vest?" Conan asked. Rachel was about to scold him when Yumi crouched towards her dead uncle.

"Wait, he is wearing a bullet proof vest." she muttered. Peter grabbed a pair of gloves and examined the wound.

"No doubt in my mind, it's a shotgun blast." Peter declared after five minutes.

When no one was looking Conan found a microscope, grabbed the pieces of glass, collected a sample of blood, closed the top piece of glass over it and put it underneath the microscope.

'Huh,' Conan thought in his head, 'This looks like an extremely potent combination of arsenic, cyanide, rat poison, bleach, some kind of acid, and…" Conan didn't get to finish this thought, since the officers were coming closer.

"Kid, what are you doing?" asked the second officer, Keith. "Uh, I found some red stuff on the floor, and looked at it under this cool telescope!" Conan said, childishly.

Jeremie and Alieta walked towards the microscope, putting their eyes on one of the eye pieces.

"Wait, this is blood." Alieta said, looking closer. "Mr. Ishyama's blood. It seems to have a powerful combination of rat poison, battery acid, bleach, cyanide, arsenic, nitroglycerin, several poisonous secretions from either frogs or fungi,"

Alieta continued the list, "Anti-coolant, puffer fish toxin, cobra venom, rattlesnake venom, meth, crack, and several other drugs, hmm, hey Peter, there are some we can't recognize, it doesn't look natural."

Peter walked up and listed the rest, "Hmm, hydra blood, basilisk venom, Fex-M3, Daturon, and of here's a natural one, deadly nightshade."

(A/N: I don't own any of the fictional poisons listed here, Lyoko498)

"Wow, that's overkill." Ulrich said. "Tell me about it, all you need is the cyanide or basilisk venom or hydra blood and it would have killed him good enough. There's no need to shoot him." Odd said.

'Unless he was shot first,' Conan though at that second. He ran towards the corpse while listening to conversation behind him.

"We can infer that whoever made this poison is talented with chemistry, to make the poison, quantum mechanics to get the Fex-M3, and has occult knowledge, for the basilisk and hydra crap." Yumi said, drying her eyes, now angry and serious.

'The blast couldn't have killed him; he's wearing a piece of iron on his chest! The blast would have bounced off, and then what caused the wound Peter examined?'

"Ok, when did this happen anyway?" asked the third officer Tony. "According to the call, 5." Rachel said. "Well then only an officer could kill him then." Jeremie concluded.

Everyone gasps. 'Seriously, why does everyone gasps?' Conan thought. 'Wait a minute how could he be killed at five if he's stricken with rigor mortis?' Conan asked himself.

When the group searched the room for the needle and shotgun, mentioned earlier, Conan snuck out to check the front office.

He waited for the secretary to leave her post. As the woman left the desk, Conan tip-toed towards the cabinet. Luckily they were organized by first names rather then last. Conan found Keith's file, Tony's file, and William Jackson's file.

'OK, now to see their specialties.' He opened Keith's; his specialty is his adaptability, and marksmanship. Tony was next; it said that since he was always sent to bust illegal cults, it gave him vast occult knowledge. William's files states that had several degrees in chemistry and every form of physics.

'Crap, they all could be the killer, but William and Tony are the highest suspects, since they both have the main qualities listed earlier.'

As Conan was about to leave he saw two things, one was a hypodermic needle, hidden underneath the files, and a picture of a beautiful young woman and Officer Ishyama. 'That's it! I know who the killer is, but now I just have to find out how they did it.'

Conan took a tissue from the desk and picked up the needle and snuck back into the room, and with another tissue, opened a drawer and put the needle in. "Hey guys, did you check the lower drawers?" Conan asked.

"Hmm, we never thought to do that." Officer William said, taking a Kleen-Ex (I know, spelt wrong on purpose.) And opened it. There was the needle that Conan planted. "I found the needle!' William yelled. "There's only one way to tell if it's the needle." Jeremie said, rubbing the tip of the needle on the glass pieces, a small puddle formed.

"Yep, this is the murder weapon." Peter said. "Now we just need to find the shotgun…"

Conan opened the bottom cabinet on the left. 'A tape-recorded?' As Conan leaned towards it, he bumped heads with Alieta and Jeremie. "Oww, don't take this the wrong way pal, but please stay out of the way." Alieta said, rubbing her forehead.

As Jeremie, gently picked him up, Conan grabbed the tape-recorder. Jeremie placed him on a chair. "What, I could have sworn something was there." Alieta said. Jeremie just shrugged his shoulders.

'OK, time to hear what's on this tape.' Conan thought. 'So that's how he did it! And I think I know where the shot gun is and how there was a wound. Now all I need is a Sleeping Detective…"

Conan activated his watch and aimed at Ulrich. 'Fire!' Conan said in his head. But once the dart was close enough, Peter got in the way. 'Crap, well he's smart I guess.' One, problem though, Peter wasn't affected.

'Oh crap that's right! His superhuman abilities rely on a superhuman metabolism! He's superhumanly tolerant to drugs!' Peter scratched his neck. 'Huh, was I just bit by a mosquito or something?'

'Come on Jimmy, think. I got it!' Conan pulled on Jeremie's pants leg to get his attention. Jeremie looked down. "Can I tell you something?" "Sure." Jeremie crouched down. "Night Jeremie." Conan said as he squeezed Jeremie's shoulder.

Jeremie then whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Um, Vulcan nerve pinch?"

"No, no, no, you have to squeeze where the shoulder meets the neck."

Conan fixed his hand position. "Like this?"

"Yeah." Jeremie fell, unconscious.

Then somehow a 50lbs. seven year old boy managed to drag 150 lbs. thirteen year old to a seat without being noticed by the police and the teens. Conan adjusted Jeremie's body so light could bounce off his glasses, so no one can see his eyes.

Conan adjusted the bowtie so he can sound like Jeremie. "Guys, I think I cracked this case."

Everyone turned around towards Jeremie. "Well, who is it?" asked William. "Yes, enlighten us," Tony said cockily. "Well let me go over the evidence first."

Conan used slight of hand movement to make it appear as if Jeremie held out the needle. "We found traces of the poison on the needle, believe it or not, the shot gun blast that Peter pointed out earlier, did absolutely nothing."

"But, I even probed the wound." Peter said. "Yes, but it wasn't fatal. You were just looking for a bullet or some other projectile but if you looked close enough, you could see Officer Ishyama was wearing the door to a furnace."

William looked over the body and discovered the iron sheet of metal. "He's right!"

"The shell you found Peter must have hit a more solid part of the door, causing the blast to be more of a push then a fatal blow. While strong enough to puncture flesh and knock him over, it was the poison, not the gun that killed him."

"So, who killed him?" Yumi asked. "All three officers killed him." Conan said as Jeremie.

"What, there's no way, Mr. I was like a father to me!" Tony said in his Italian accent. "And he was my teacher, who got me on the force to begin with!" William yelled.

"I'm not done yet. While you two didn't do the murder, you were deceived into helping… by Keith." Everyone gasped and turned to Keith. "I never would have guessed." William said.

"Peter, remember when I stepped out for a second?" "Uh, yeah, I remember the door opening and closing."

"Well, I read the files of our officers. While Tony had the occult knowledge, and William had the chemistry and physics, Keith was the one, known for his adaptability, and cunning. He tricked Tony to take occult objects, the basilisk venom and hydra blood, and William to get the Fex-M3 and to mix the toxins to make his super poison. The other ingredients he got himself."

"Any proof of that, young man." "Easy, I looked over your needle and the finger prints in your profile, they were a match. Also, I found this tape-recorder that has a piece of the label missing, the name of the owner."

"Still doesn't prove it was me." Keith said, with a cocky smirk. "I didn't want to do this but, how's your wife Josephine?" Keith's eyes narrowed.

"That's right, I know all about Mr. Ishyama and your wife, you hide a picture of them in your profile folder. And the truth is, you planed this didn't you?"

Keith just glared. "I'm guessing Mr. Ishyama found out about your plan so he wore armor. When you attacked, he tried to call for help, at five in the morning, but you shut off the radio and recorded his pleas, so you can get the satisfaction of victory and away to make you look innocent as if you were out of this office at the time of the murder."

Keith continued to glare, "A few seconds after you played the tape, you hid it in the cabinet and left the room and pretended nothing happened."

"Then where am I to get a shotgun?" Keith asked, annoyed. "Easy, you borrowed it form the contraband room. Officer grab ever shotgun and dust it for prints, I bet, one will match the needle and Keith's."

Keith sprinted towards the open door. "No so fast murderer!" Yumi yelled as she tackled him to the floor and dragged him back into the room. Peter snapped his fingers and doors and windows were locked.

Keith then yelled, "The dick had it coming! He's in Hell now! Where he belongs!"

Peter then cried in Galician "Poderosos anxos do ceo, oín meu apelido! Por favor, me conceda o privilexio de usar o Libro do Xuízo Final!" A book, no bigger then a note book fell into Peter's hands.

"Thank you!" Peter called out

Yumi, who learned a little Galician asked, "That's the Book of Judgment?"

"Well, it shrinks so we can use it. And its pages are unlimited. Your uncle's first name please. "

"Matt."

"Matt Ishyama please." Peter said. The book opened and the name Matt Ishyama was highlighted.

"According to this, he is in … Heaven. The reason … he felt awful about his affair, he went to confession, did his prayers and he came here early because he wanted to apologize… to you."

"My God." Keith said. "Any last words?" Peter asked nervously, as Yumi aimed a hand bow. "What's that?" "Your poison, I can make by thought now." Peter said. Peter looked in the book, "And Yumi, you know if you do this you'll go to Purgatory, rather then Heaven."

Yumi looked towards Keith. She looked at her weapon. She lowered her arm and the weapon disappeared in a shimmer of light. Peter tossed the book in the air and it floated back to Heaven. "I'm not going to kill you; I'll let the legal system do that."

Peter then muttered something in language to old to understand. Alieta took some form of gadget that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. Peter continued his chant as Alieta started to type on a key board.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked. Alieta clicked the enter button, "Return to the past now." A white orb of energy engulfed them all.