What happened to the first-grade composition on the trip? Use your imagination.

Last autumn was a good season for traveling. My mother and I followed the tour group and drove to zhapo.

The coach left overnight and we talked and laughed all the way. The car has entered Yangjiang Pass. Suddenly, the car stopped and three aggressive men came over. They are all holding bright daggers. One of the tall men said, "Don't make any noise. We just want money. Take out the valuable things quickly. " The people in the car trembled with fear and had to take out money and things. The car robbers put all their belongings in their pockets next to their seats. "Hey, be honest and take out the money quickly!" A demonic voice came from behind me. I turned my head and saw a bad guy with a scar on his face pointing a dagger at me. I only have 10 pocket money on me. I really hate to part with it. But mom motioned for me to give it to him. So I took out the money. The bad guy grabbed the money with one hand and searched me again. With a treacherous smile on his face, he turned to the people in the car and shouted, "I know you. If you go to the police, you will never live. "

The car moved on. I thought to myself, don't just let the gangsters succeed? I thought for a while, then took out a book and pretended to read it. On the cover of the book, I wrote five big characters: "There are bandits in the car". When the bus arrived at the toll booth, I quietly threw the book out of the window. I think the uncle at the toll booth will find this book and call the police.

Sure enough, in less than five minutes, the siren sounded, the police caught up and five policemen got on the bus. The people in the car suddenly got excited and identified the three gangsters in succession. The police uncle returned the stolen property, distributed it to tourists and took it to the public security bureau.