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The hot sun shone violently on Dakota Jim's face. He raised his hand to block out some sunshine and looked at the desert. A friendly guide he met a few days ago told him to meet here at 7 o'clock and he would lead Jim across the desert. But it's already eight o'clock and the guide hasn't appeared yet. Jim has been waiting in the hot sun for an hour and feels very thirsty. He turned and walked towards the town. As he approached the hotel, a voice came from across the street. "Hey, sir, do you want to cross the desert?" "That's right," said Jim, turning to look at the disheveled little boy. Kazan can help you. "Who is Kazan?" Dakota Jim asked. "He is my uncle. I can take you to see him if you like. " "Ok, thank you." Dakota Jim replied.

He followed the little boy through the winding alley and came to a brick house on the edge of town. In the room, a man of medium height with a beard is sitting at the table. This person must be Kazan. Dakota Jim has a feeling of deja vu for him, but he can't think of when and where he met him once. He was anxious to cross the desert, so he agreed to let Kazan be his guide.

Early the next morning, they set off before the sun rose. It takes four days to cross the desert by camel, and only those who are familiar with the route can get out of the desert alive. The night after they entered the desert, when they were ready to rest, Jim suddenly remembered where he had seen Kazan. A few days after he left Djibouti to look for the stolen sacred stone, he rented a car to go to Aruba. Kazan is with the car rental agent.

Suddenly, he was hit hard on the head. When he woke up again, he was lying on the hot ground, and the sun hung high above his head. He tried to stand up, but the head injury was too serious. Slowly, he realized that one and the camel were missing.