Chapter 12: Mysterious Knock 　　On the hearth, a huge black and white photo hung above the hearth. All around were some chrysanthemums. There are also some wreaths sent by relatives and friends. On the side of the spiritual hall, is a very old clock. Look at the style of the clock, at least a hundred years of history. 　　The night was very deep, surrounded by a dead silence. It was so quiet that one could even hear the sound of the clock moving. 　　Zhang Zekai and Lin Yihan bowed at that posthumous...