Skins and Bags Return Together

In the third month after moving into this rental house, I found a female corpse deep in the closet that looked exactly like me. She was wearing the dress I often wear and the hairpin I had lost for a long time, and even the light mole on the corner of her eyebrow was exactly the same. A strange text message suddenly popped up: She died for you, and you will be next. There was a soft click of a key turning outside the door, and I had never given anyone a key. From that day on, my life began to be eaten away bit by bit. Someone uses my identity to go to work, socialize, and even get close to people I care about. I live in fear and suspicion, and I can't tell who is real and who is fake around me. When two identical me stand in the sun at the same time, Only a skin can make it to the end. And the price is the complete demise of another person. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.